text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Strike the flint of his heart on the steel
Of freedom; lawn sleeves be the tinder:
Well brimstone your match with his zeal,
And again make St. Paul's a huge cinder:
Rare news for the Shade of good Price!
With joy he will sing like a throstle:
So let Perigord post with advice,
To exhilarate Freedom's Apostle.
",2009-09-14 19:43:54 UTC,"""Strike the flint of his heart on the steel / Of freedom""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•C-H takes from Poems (1801). I find a third ed. rev. online published in 1793. Topsy Turvy: with anecdotes and observations illustrative
of leading characters in the present government of France. By the editor of
Salmagundi. The third edition, with corrections, and some additional notes.
London: Printed for the author; and sold by J. Anderson [etc.] 1793. DNB confirms the date.","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15532,5818
"""Last year's events I've scann'd--they shew me
""Some prosp'rous scenes, and others gloomy;
""Together ta'en--they on my mind
""No good impression leave behind.
""Now, you must know, my friends, I like
""That same Philosopher antique,
""(Though be assured, not half so well,
""As those in France that bear the bell)
""Who, with his royal master chattering,
""Requested to dispense with flattering
""His Majesty, would condescend,
""Because he meant to be his friend.--
""And thus, for ev'ry Royal Sir,
""(Elector, viz. of Westminster;
""For other Royalty, you know,
""I've turn'd my back on long ago,)
""Trust me, the high consideration
""I feel precludes all consolation:
""I, your true friend, see nought but evils,
""Enough to give you the Blue Devils.
""You've toasted Nelson in a brimmer:--
""Yet fortune, to my ken, looks grimmer
""By half, Sirs, than she did before he
""Enhanc'd Great Britain's naval glory.
""'Twas, I'll admit, a feat to crack on--
""Yet this White Day 's to me a Black One;
""And since some weep for joy, I'll borrow
""Of Joy a tear or two for Sorrow.
""Te Deum sing who will to cheer ye;
""I choose to chaunt my Miserere;
""And, for the Souls, lament and groan,
""Of those who told us they had none!
""Judge, you who quaff Shaksperian wine,
""How dreadful to be drench'd with brine!
""Ah! what induc'd our gallant fleet,
""With nauseous draught saline to treat
""(Not attic salt like Sheridan's)
""Th' advent'rous citizens of France!
""Heav'ns!--were the Great Republic's founders
""Compell'd to fraternize with flounders!--
""And serve the world's Regenerators
""For sandwiches to alligators!
""Of thrice-renown'd, tri-colour'd flags
""Shall Cophtis make their pudding bags,
""Or sulph'rous explosion toss over,
""To crocodiles, a French philosopher!!--
""Had I a heart of oak or flint,
""'Twould break, or else the devil 's in't,
""To recapitulate--Hei Mihi!--
""Such tragi-conquest with a dry eye!!!",2009-09-14 19:44:37 UTC,"Events ""'Together ta'en--they on my mind / 'No good impression leave behind.""",2005-05-15 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Impression,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15780,5951
"""Ah Sirs, though Fox is my cognomen,
""I'm an old Bird of evil omen!--
""And, while I croak, could you survey
""My soul, 'tis lin'd with raven grey:
""Th' woes imagination broaches
""Drive through my brain like mourning coaches.
""Our Club-room looks like Pluto's hall,
""And Whigs like Undertakers all!!
""This domineering Treasury Lad
""Will drive me melancholy mad;
""And yet, Sirs, I'm no pining fellow
""Whose melancholy 's green and yellow,
""Mine 's made of Opposition stuff,
""Right melancholy Blue and Buff.
""Upon a monumental pile
""Patience at Grief may sit and smile,
""But I'm content with seat more humble,
""Upon this chair I'll sit and grumble:
""Nor shall concealment wear my soul,
""Nor feed on my brown-damask jowl:
""Nor me shall scare restrictive laws
""From toasting Freedom's desp'rate cause,
""Exil'd France, Switzerland, and Poland,
""Asylum she can find in no land!
""Here, should the Red Cap grace her crown,
""Pitt o'er her visage pulls it down,
""And ties her up in her own garters,
""As he has down her Irish Martyrs.
""Sure, to make traitors bite the dust is
""The very climax of injustice!
""Our honest Whigs, he'll ne'er enlist 'em
""To militate for such a system,
""To white-wash--who so roundly swore--
""Erin's Apostate Blackamoor.",2009-09-14 19:44:41 UTC,"""'Th' woes imagination broaches / 'Drive through my brain like mourning coaches.""",2005-08-30 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15797,5951
" Pride, on thy vesture's purple fold
Let the sky-tinctur'd sapphire blaze,
The emerald shed its milder rays,
And rubies blush in circling gold:
Low at thy nod let suppliants bow,
And crested chiefs precedence yield;
Thy hand the rod of empire wield,
And wreaths of triumph grace thy brow:--
A nobler aim let my ambition own,
Be Love my empire, Lesbia's heart my throne!
",2009-09-14 19:45:00 UTC,A lover's heart may be one's throne,2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15888,5977
"Come from thy wildly-winding stream,
First-born of Genius, Shakspeare, come!
The listening World attends thy theme,
And bids each elder Bard be dumb:
For thou, within the human Mind
Fix'd, as on thy peculiar throne,
Sitt'st like a Deity inshrined;
And either Muse is all thine own!
(pp. 185-186)",2013-10-02 19:30:04 UTC,"""For thou, within the human Mind / Fix'd, as on thy peculiar throne, / Sitt'st like a Deity inshrined.""",2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""throne"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15965,6008
"D---, in sweet friendship's firmest bands
Link'd to my inmost soul! now pensive Eve
Steals slowly thro' yon misty meads,
What polish'd page of Rome, or wiser Greece,
Say, shall we next enraptur'd turn?
Shall we by murm'ring Mincio rove? or sit
Beneath the darksome pines that Pan
Planted in that Sicilian valley wild,
True region of poetic bliss?
Or in Achilles' loudly-thund'ring car
Be whirl'd o'er Troy's ensanguin'd plain;
Or see him strive Patroclus' shrieking ghost,
Poor unsubstantial shade! to clasp
With eager arms?--But let us never fail
Nightly to visit the soft bard
Best suited to the tender, feeling heart,
Compassion's throne: O joy refin'd!
To watch the big tear from thy meaning eye
Steal secret, while Medea's soul
With jealousy, maternal love, with rage
And haughty indignation fir'd,
Now points the dagger to her smiling babes,
Now, touch'd with nature, hurls away
The deathful steel! Or while Orestes starts
In madness from the opiate couch
Where his fond Pylades for many a day,
And many a bitter night, had watch'd
His limbs convuls'd, and ghastly staring eyes
Fix'd on the Furies! Milder scenes
Invite us next--the grove where Comus built
His magic dome, and Echo heard
The nymph's distress:--or where, in cavern deep
Sweet Melancholy sits, to hear
The bubb'ling brook, or awful bell, or plaint
Of ever-wakeful Philomel.--
Thus with the Muses pass the blissful hours
Till, dearest Youth, snatch'd far away,
In solitude thou leav'st thy weeping Friend.
Who then with cordial looks and smiles
Can lull my cares? To whom can I unfold
My secret breast? Whom else can trust?
Whom else can love? Beneath cold Midnight's gleam
Thy absence will I oft lament,
Stretch'd in thy fav'rite grove, near Itchin's stream,
Close to those ivy'd mould'ring walls,
While the lone Cloysters echo to my woes.",2009-09-14 19:45:17 UTC,"The ""tender, feeling heart"" is ""Compassion's throne""",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•A footnote explains that ""The attribution of this poem is questionable.""","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15968,6009
By those love-darting Eyes I find
How many hearts their empire own;
I see the sweetness of thy mind
That keeps the hearts those Eyes have won:,2009-09-14 19:45:17 UTC,"""[L]ove-darting Eyes"" may show ""How many hearts their empire own""",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•Cross-reference: See also Crowe's poem (dated 1827): ""To a Lady, Fortune-Telling with Cards""","Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" (8/22/2004)",15970,6011
"Here Satan's myrmidons cornuted
Found subjects to their purpose suited;
And fell to work on their worst ends,
Videlicet, their heads (for fiends,
As well as scavengers, may boast
Of sorriest trash they make the most.)
There, as those cells they empty found
Where brains in wiser pates abound,
They fill'd them with mephitic gas
From hell, which downward strove to pass,
But, gaining exit through the throat,
By leave of porter, Epiglott,
Vented itself in fustian storm
Rhetorical. This, in due form
Reduc'd, concentrated, and penn'd,
They, by choice deputation, send
To Consul grand:--which, e'er you read,
Brief Invocation shall precede.",2009-09-14 19:45:26 UTC,"""There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical.""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Rooms,"","Searching ""cell"" and ""brain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16022,6038