work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6369,"","Searching ""engrav"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"But oh! my Soul how poor a Portrait this!
How weak the Colours and how faint th'Idea,
Of what one day thou must be a Spectator!
Oh! bright and blessed morning to the Just!
Oh! Day of doom of infinite distress;
To those who unprepar'd Messiah meet;
When thron'd in Clouds, surrounded by the Host
Of Heav'n, worshipping, the Judge descends:
Consummate Triumph. Hark! the Trumpet sounds,
The Breath of Michael blows the Amazing blast;
The Dead arise, the Living all are Chang'd,
And Adam's family appear before Him--
Amid that throng--in that Assembly vast,
Must thou my soul appear and there receive
A Plaudit glorious or Silence sad:
Sink deep in Thought, Oh, deeper, deeper still:
May it ne'er be forgotten, on my Couch
Be it my dreaming subject, when awake,
Oh! be it still remembered: for its worth
What tongue can speak, or any language tell?
Then from this hour deep on my heart engraved
Be all my duty needful; Ha! that blaze
That Shock tremendous that appals me thus
Says I am not prepar'd--but I submit;
No more will I rebel against thy sway
Nor dispute thy dominion Gracious God!
My sins shall suffer and by Grace divine
I will forsake them all and trust alone
For true felicity, for pleasure high
To Thee: who only can true pleasure give.
The Storm abates--less too the Thunder roars,
The Vault of Heav'n grows brighter, and the Sun
Strives to Emerge from yonder dusky Cloud,
More faint the flashes grow--and distant fly,
Nature resumes her charms, and from the Grove
Musick again is heard: the Warblers there
Attempt a feeble strain: the Dog Star now
Throws his warm beams around the weeping Scene;
Salubrious Zephyrs gently fan the Air:
Love, Life, and Joy return by due degrees
And Harmony once more revisits Earth.",2011-06-24,16841,"","""Then from this hour deep on my heart engraved / Be all my duty needful.""",Writing,2011-06-25 03:03:01 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Who stamped us with the minting die
Of this unconquerable need
To know the unknown Deity
And name the nameless in a creed?
Whence comes our instinct, that behind
The flimsy furniture of sense
Inheres the undiscovered Mind
From which the world had emanence?
(p. 3) ",,17125,"","""Who stamped us with the minting die /
Of this unconquerable need / To know the unknown Deity / And name the nameless in a creed?""","",2009-09-14 19:49:07 UTC,""
6449,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""furniture"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Who stamped us with the minting die
Of this unconquerable need
To know the unknown Deity
And name the nameless in a creed?
Whence comes our instinct, that behind
The flimsy furniture of sense
Inheres the undiscovered Mind
From which the world had emanence?
(p. 3) ",,17126,"","""Whence comes our instinct, that behind /
The flimsy furniture of sense / Inheres the undiscovered Mind / From which the world had emanence?""","",2009-09-14 19:49:08 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"And hearts responsive to the sound
Insidious, of persuasive sin,
Must carry, like the garden-ground,
A welcome for what grows therein.
Had Eve possessed a soul like sand,
Without a taint of aught decayed,
Unfructifiable as land
Whereon no herbs nor forests fade,
Then her Betrayer would have sought
An acquiescent ear in vain,
And all his careful tillage wrought
No germination of the grain.
Whence came that weed-receptive soil
That grants the tare such easy root,
And grows, for bread and wine and oil,
The blighted grain and cankered fruit?
(pp. 40-2)",,17127,"","""And hearts responsive to the sound / Insidious, of persuasive sin, / Must carry, like the garden-ground, / A welcome for what grows therein.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:08 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"And hearts responsive to the sound
Insidious, of persuasive sin,
Must carry, like the garden-ground,
A welcome for what grows therein.
Had Eve possessed a soul like sand,
Without a taint of aught decayed,
Unfructifiable as land
Whereon no herbs nor forests fade,
Then her Betrayer would have sought
An acquiescent ear in vain,
And all his careful tillage wrought
No germination of the grain.
Whence came that weed-receptive soil
That grants the tare such easy root,
And grows, for bread and wine and oil,
The blighted grain and cankered fruit?
(pp. 40-2)",,17128,"","""Had Eve possessed a soul like sand, /
Without a taint of aught decayed, /
Unfructifiable as land /
Whereon no herbs nor forests fade, //
Then her Betrayer would have sought /
An acquiescent ear in vain.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:08 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"When by the wind of Thought is stirred
Obscure Religion, throned in mist,
""She has not said her final word""
Declares the staunch apologist.
Is it not final, then,--her creed? . . . .
Whatever conflict,--trans- or con-
Substantiation,--supersede
Homo- or homoi-ousion,
(p. 52)",,17129,"","""When by the wind of Thought is stirred / Obscure Religion, throned in mist, / 'She has not said her final word' / Declares the staunch apologist.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:08 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"But thought that strives to reunite
In polished facets of the mind
The broken colours of the light
Baffled in mists of human kind;
Or weaves with reasonable hands,
Into a strong enduring chain
Of texture, all the separate strands
Of all the knowledge men attain.
(p. 99)",,17130,"I've included Thrice: Facets, Light, Mist","""But thought that strives to reunite / In polished facets of the mind / The broken colours of the light / Baffled in mists of human kind.""
","",2009-09-14 19:49:09 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"But thought that strives to reunite
In polished facets of the mind
The broken colours of the light
Baffled in mists of human kind;
Or weaves with reasonable hands,
Into a strong enduring chain
Of texture, all the separate strands
Of all the knowledge men attain.
(p. 99)",,17131,"I've included Thrice: Facets, Light, Mist","""But thought that strives to reunite / In polished facets of the mind / The broken colours of the light / Baffled in mists of human kind.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:09 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Sow not emotion; 'tis a weed
That grows in hedge-rows; every fool
Fancies his own emotions breed
The right to teach, the right to rule.
Sow not religion; 'tis a flower
That robs the sunshine of its hue,
To deck its own peculiar bower
With regal red and saintly blue.
But rare Imagination, caught
Like seed-down from the breezes, sow
In the world's garden; there is nought
Except this balsam for her woe.
(pp. 100-1)",,17133,"","""Sow not emotion; 'tis a weed / That grows in hedge-row""","",2009-09-14 19:49:09 UTC,""
6449,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Sow not emotion; 'tis a weed
That grows in hedge-rows; every fool
Fancies his own emotions breed
The right to teach, the right to rule.
Sow not religion; 'tis a flower
That robs the sunshine of its hue,
To deck its own peculiar bower
With regal red and saintly blue.
But rare Imagination, caught
Like seed-down from the breezes, sow
In the world's garden; there is nought
Except this balsam for her woe.
(pp. 100-1)",,17134,"","""But rare Imagination, caught / Like seed-down from the breezes, sow / In the world's garden""","",2009-09-14 19:49:10 UTC,""