work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7233,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-27 18:41:01 UTC,"Nay, now forbear; for pity sake give o're,
You that would make the Clergy none, or poor:
We are made miserable enough this year,
That we have lost our Reverend Whitaker;
Loss above Deans and Chapters! had but he
Liv'd still and preach'd: Ziba take all (for me.)
Nay I believe had sacrilegious hands
Finger'd our poor remains of Tithes and Lands,
Whil'st he surviv'd they had but pray'd in vain,
Whitaker would have pray'd them back again,
As Luther did a young mans Soul repeal,
Giv'n to the Devil under Hand and Seal,
A Chariot and an Horseman we have lost,
In whose each single Pray'r incamp'd an Host.
How have I heard him on some solemn Day,
When doubtful War could make all London pray)
Mount up to Heav'n with armed cries and tears,
And rout, as far as York, the Cavaliers!
Have you not seen an early-rising Lark
Spring from her Turf, making the Sun her mark,
Shooting her self aloft, yet higher, higher,
Till she had sung her self into Heaven's Quire?
Thus would he rise in Pray'r, and in a trice
His Soul become a Bird of Paradise:
And if our faint Devotions Prayers be,
What can we call his less than Extasie?",,19728,"","""Have you not seen an early-rising Lark / Spring from her Turf, making the Sun her mark, / Shooting her self aloft, yet higher, higher, / Till she had sung her self into Heaven's Quire? / Thus would he rise in Pray'r, and in a trice / His Soul become a Bird of Paradise.""",Animals,2012-04-27 18:41:01 UTC,""
4089,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""horse"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""fancy""",2012-07-05 04:24:03 UTC,"O'er the broad lands, and cross the tide,
On fancy's airy horse I ride,
(Sweet rapture of the mind!)
Till on the banks of Ganges' flood,
In a tall ancient grove I stood
For sacred use design'd.",,19857,"","""O'er the broad lands, and cross the tide, / On fancy's airy horse I ride, /
(Sweet rapture of the mind!) / Till on the banks of Ganges' flood, / In a tall ancient grove I stood / For sacred use design's.""",Beasts,2012-07-05 04:24:03 UTC,""
3900,"","Searching ""mind"" in C-H Lion",2013-07-24 14:14:43 UTC,"And shall my Friend, when I my self prepare,
To Feast upon his dainty Fare,
Unkindly then command me not to eat?
It is determin'd, while my Youth holds out,
And Time is in the present Tense,
I most industriously will try,
In Pleasures great Variety,
To taste the Marrow , and the Quintessence,
Which can be found in all the Joys of Sense.
But when in Age, the Palsie, Stone, or Gout
Shall wrack my Limbs, (which Heaven forbid) I then
Perhaps may rail at Pleasure, like these Men;
And tho' all Joys have left me far behind,
I'll chew the Cudd of Pleasure in my Mind,
And so at least in Thought I will be Young again.
(p. 3, ll. 33-47)",,21986,"","""""And tho' all Joys have left me far behind, / I'll chew the Cudd of Pleasure in my Mind, / And so at least in Thought I will be Young again.""",Animals,2013-07-24 14:14:43 UTC,""