updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:43:18 UTC,15310,"He ended; nor his spouse white-arm'd refused
Obedience, but from the Idæan heights
Departing, to the Olympian summit soar'd.
Swift as the traveller's thought, who, many a land
Traversed, deliberates on his future course
Uncertain, and his mind sends every way,
So swift updarted Juno to the skies.
Arrived on the Olympian heights, she found
The Gods assembled; they, at once, their seats
At her approach forsaking, with full cups
Her coming hail'd; heedless of all beside,
She took the cup from blooming Themis' hand,
For she first flew to welcome her, and thus
In accents wing'd of her return enquired.
","","Gods are ""swift as the traveller's thought""",5748,,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,
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2009-09-14 19:43:20 UTC,15319,"To whom Ulysses, ever-wise, replied.
To me, Amphinomus, endued thou seem'st
With much discretion, who art also son
Of such a sire, whose fair report I know,
Dulichian Nysus opulent and good.
Fame speaks thee his, and thou appear'st a man
Judicious; hear me, therefore; mark me well.
Earth nourishes, of all that breathe or creep,
No creature weak as man; for while the Gods
Grant him prosperity and health, no fear
Hath he, or thought, that he shall ever mourn;
But when the Gods with evils unforeseen
Smite him, he bears them with a grudging mind;
For such as the complexion of his lot
By the appointment of the Sire of all,
Such is the colour of the mind of man.
I, too, have been familiar in my day
With wealth and ease, but I was then self-will'd,
And many wrong'd, embolden'd by the thought
Of my own father's and my brethren's power.
Let no man, therefore, be unjust, but each
Use modestly what gift soe'er of heaven.
So do not these. These ever bent I see
On deeds injurious, the possessions large
Consuming, and dishonouring the wife
Of one, who will not, as I judge, remain
Long absent from his home, but is, perchance,
Even at the door. Thee, therefore, may the Gods
Steal hence in time; ah, meet not his return
To his own country! for they will not part,
(He and the suitors) without blood, I think,
If once he enter at these gates again! ","","""But when the Gods with evils unforeseen / Smite him, he bears them with a grudging mind; / For such as the complexion of his lot / By the appointment of the Sire of all, Such is the colour of the mind of man.""",5749,2009-07-20,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,I've included twice: Color and Complexion,"",""
2009-09-14 19:43:20 UTC,15320,"My love! for I imagine not that all
The warrior Greeks shall safe from Troy return,
Since fame reports the Trojans brave in fight,
Skill'd in the spear, mighty to draw the bow,
And nimble vaulters to the backs of steeds
High-mettled, which to speediest issue bring
The dreadful struggle of all-wasting war,--
I know not, therefore, whether Heaven intend
My safe return, or I must perish there.
But manage thou at home. Cherish, as now,
While I am absent, or more dearly still
My parents, and what time our son thou seest
Mature, then wed; wed even whom thou wilt,
And hence to a new home.--Such were his words,
All which shall full accomplishment ere long
Receive. The day is near, when hapless I,
Lost to all comfort by the will of Jove,
Must meet the nuptials that my soul abhors.
But this thought now afflicts me, and my mind
Continual haunts. Such was not heretofore
The suitors custom'd practice; all who chose
To engage in competition for a wife
Well-qualitied and well-endow'd, produced
From their own herds and fatted flocks a feast
For the bride's friends, and splendid presents made,
But never ate as ye, at others' cost. ","",The mind may be haunted by a thought,5749,,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,
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2009-09-14 19:43:21 UTC,15324,"Hail venerable guest! and be thy lot
Prosperous at least hereafter, who art held
At present, in the bonds of numerous ills.
Thou, Jupiter, of all the Gods, art most
Severe, and sparest not to inflict distress
Even on creatures from thyself derived.
I had no sooner mark'd thee, than my eyes
Swam, and the sweat gush'd from me at the thought
Of dear Ulysses; for if yet he live
And see the sun, such tatters, I suppose,
He wears, a wanderer among human-kind.
But if already with the dead he dwell
In Pluto's drear abode, oh then, alas
For kind Ulysses! who consign'd to me,
While yet a boy, his Cephalenian herds,
And they have now encreased to such a store
Innumerable of broad-fronted beeves,
As only care like mine could have produced.
These, by command of others, I transport
For their regale, who neither heed his son,
Nor tremble at the anger of the Gods,
But long have wish'd ardently to divide
And share the substance of our absent Lord.
Me therefore this thought occupies, and haunts
My mind not seldom; while the heir survives
It were no small offence to drive his herds
Afar, and migrate to a foreign land;
Yet here to dwell, suffering oppressive wrongs
While I attend another's beeves, appears
Still less supportable; and I had fled,
And I had served some other mighty Chief
Long since, (for patience fails me to endure
My present lot,) but that I cherish still
Some hope of my ill-fated Lord's return,
To rid his palace of these lawless guests.
","",A thought may occupy and haunt the mind,5749,,HDIS,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""
2009-09-14 19:43:32 UTC,15393,"hen thus, Telemachus, discrete, replied.
Thy words, Eumæus, pain my very soul.
For what security can I afford
To any in my house? myself am young,
Nor yet of strength sufficient to repel
An offer'd insult; and my mother's mind
In doubtful balance hangs, if still with me
An inmate, she shall manage my concerns,
Attentive only to her absent Lord
And her own good report, or shall espouse
The noblest of her wooers, and the best
Entitled by the splendour of his gifts.
But I will give him, since I find him lodged
A guest beneath thy roof, tunic and cloak,
Sword double-edged, and sandals to his feet,
With convoy to the country of his choice.
Still, if it please thee, keep him here thy guest,
And I will send him raiment, with supplies
Of all sorts, lest he burthen thee and thine.
But where the suitors come, there shall not he
With my consent, nor stand exposed to pride
And petulance like theirs, lest by some sneer
They wound him, and through him, wound also me:
For little is it that the boldest can
Against so many; numbers will prevail.","","""and my mother's mind / In doubtful balance hangs, if still with me / An inmate, she shall manage my concerns, / Attentive only to her absent Lord / And her own good report""",5749,,"Searching ""mind"" and ""balance"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-12-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""
2009-09-14 19:44:03 UTC,15590,"LOUISA
Pardon me madam, if I presume to differ from you--The houses and palaces of the great are but too often the asylums of the most unbounded luxury and extravaganc. --Who would give the poor Louisa credit for launching all at once into the perilous contagion, trembling at the same time at the fatal infection?--Or, who would suppose, that Lady Milford, the envied and distinguished Lady Milford, so highly renowned for affluence, splendour, and for every thing, which can possibly contribute in appearance to the purest felicity, should with all these attainments be in reality destitute of that solid happiness, which falls to the lot but of the ""pure in heart;"" and that her conscience should sometimes prove a scorpion in her breast?--Would your Ladyship, when crossed in any plan or pursuit, be able to bear with the placid air of contentment, which would beam from my countenance?--Or, upon your return from any party, hurt or displeased by any occurrence, how could you witness the attractive mien of humble happiness, ever imprinted on my calm and unruffled brow, proceeding from inward satisfaction's smile?--We are all weak, when unsupported by our own esteem--there are times, when the heart, conscious of having acted amiss, dreads a scrutiny--the anvil of gnawing conscience is never cool--the contemplative hour must sometimes exist to a mind of your stamp-- the serpent reproach may sometimes assail you with all its venemous stings; and your whole bosom may be turned into a scene of perturbation and disquietude-- Under the impulse of these dreadful evils, your mind must be singularly endowed, Madam, to be able to view with indifference your attendant Louisa's face, dressed in artless looks of serenity, unclouded by care, unchecked by disappointment; and boasting the purest bliss of innocence and a heart at peace.","","The ""contemplative hour must sometimes exist to a mind of your stamp""",5857,,"Searching ""stamp"" and mind"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act IV, scene vii",""
2009-09-14 19:44:03 UTC,15591,"MILLER.
Merciful Heaven!--Let this act be recorded on high--
(overjoyed falling on his knee)
Let this mark of elasticity of mind be stamped on the annals of truth--To each parent I turn, to attest this bright deed, as now is instanced in my heaven-born child.","","""Let this mark of elasticity of mind be stamped on the annals of truth""",5857,,Searching in HDIS (Drama),2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act V, scene i",""
2009-09-14 19:44:03 UTC,15592,"LOUISA
Oh Lady Milford!--Do not stamp upon your heart a calumny which it does not deserve--As soon as your bosom will have re-assumed its wonted calmness, you will recoil at the dismal effect of passion; and find yourself unable to put your threats into execution--Be assured, that you will not be inclined to torture a poor creature, who has never done the least thing to injure you; and whose sole offence is that of having loved--Now, Madam, only see the difference between you and me--I not only feel, but also respect every tumult and emotion of that heart, which has been agitated like mine by one common objec. --In testimony of this assertion--","","""Do not stamp upon your heart a calumny which it does not deserve""",5857,,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act IV, scene vii",""
2011-07-30 21:04:17 UTC,15681,"CRUSTIEW.
How? It will never be extinguished.
(With an air of secrecy and solemnity.)
For three and twenty years have I been brooding over the great project. It has ripened slowly, like gold in the womb of the mine. Many things I have already prepared; much is done, much still remains to be done. Twenty men have bound themselves to me by an oath. My band is furnished with powerful engines. Boldness--ability--experience --courage--despair! One thing is still wanting. In none have I discovered the true spirit of a commander. One man is tickled by ambition; another quarrels about birth and rank even in fetters; one has no comprehension for a methodical and systematic whole; another will contend for his object to-day, and to-morrow stop midway to consider of it; in short, every one fills his proper station tolerably well, but all want the stamp of a genuine great mind. There are wheels enough, but no main-spring.","","One's band may ""all want the stamp of a genuine great mind.""",5913,,"Searching ""mind"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"",Act II,Impression
2009-09-14 19:44:37 UTC,15775,"FIVE hundred years ago, thus robbers were
Nobler than any modern robbers are:
Well, tho' I smile, I swear I'm not in jest;
I come to ask you all which you like best?
A just comparison 'twixt both I'll draw,
Ask your decision, and make that a law.--
Five hundred years ago, a desperate band
Of men of desp'rate fortunes, hand in hand,
With one accord, would willingly obey
One noble Captain; who took boundless sway,
From birth, from talents, and those matchless arts,
That stamp one man the ruler of men's hearts.
Led by this Chief, they boldly own'd their aims;
By turns defending Vice and Virtue's claims:
The rich they plunder'd, gave the needy bread,
And oft' sent tyrants sleepless to their bed:
For tyrants liv'd five hundred years ago;
But now, O fie! there's no such thing--Oh, no!
In these collected and collecting times,
Can Robbers boast of courage in their crimes?
Pens for their daggers, paper for their shield:
Such are the fashionable arms they wield.
Some men, like Francis, leave mankind alone,
To rob themselves, are by themselves undone.
Pluck, by rude acts, from honest virtuous minds,
Their own fair fame, and give it to the winds.
Folks rich in fame are basely robb'd by those,
Who, 'stead of bludgeon, use newspaper prose;
With which they oft despoil a spotless name,
Then, whisp'ring, ask your money or your Fame:
Robbers there are, that steal all common sense
From Englishmen; and those are hired for pence,
A num'rous skulking band, call'd Pamphleteers,
They thundered out Invasion in our ears;
Now call out fire and murder every day,
Yet say we're safe, if we will fight or pay.
A host of pretty footpads day and night
Assail the world, are never out of sight,
Displaying vacancy in all their features,
They lisp, they amble, and nickname God's creatures;
These are your modern Beaux and Belles, whose crime
Is robbing us of Heaven's best gift, our time:
A treasure which, employ'd with wisdom's art,
Would fill with sweet delight the human heart,
And teach mankind on earth a Godlike part.
Urg'd by this thought, ye fair, will ye excuse,
If from yourselves a band select I chuse
Of irresistless Thieves? Each in your turn
Can fire from your eyes, destroy, and burn;
Your looks, your very smiles, oft' rob the breast
Of comfort, joy, of liberty and rest.
Oh, chuse me Captain of this dangerous crew!
For, like yourselves, I must plead guilty too;
A prouder thief than me was never born,
For whatsoe'er I steal I ne'er return.
Under my banners, you will learn with ease
To pilfer hearts, just when and where you please:
My art shall be confin'd alone to you,
The art, when hearts are gain'd, to keep them true;
Justice herself will take the guilty's part,
Who seize, instead of handkerchief, a heart;
My Robbers there, [1] if they have your applause,
Will join support and make our own their cause:
With those, and these,[2] I make whole worlds obey;
For universal Love is boundless sway.
","","""From birth, from talents, and those matchless arts / That stamp one man the ruler of men's hearts.""",5940,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"",Epilogue,""