work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5090,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"WELL! since I've thus succeeded in my plan,
And conquer'd this all-conquering tyrant, man,
To farther conquests still my soul aspires,
And all my bosom glows with martial fires.
Suppose--a female regiment we raise--
We must--for men grow scarceish now-a-days,
Now every man of spirit is enlisted--
Why, ladies--these brave lads should be assisted.
The glorious scheme my flutt'ring heart bewitches:
But hold--I've promis'd not to wear the breeches.
No matter--in this variegated army
We'll find some regimentals that shall charm ye.
If plumes and lace recruiting can persuade,
We'll try to shew our taste in masquerade.
My feather here is fitted in a trice:
Then for the crest, the motto, and device--
Death's head and bones!--No--we'll have flames and darts!
In Latin mottos men may shew their parts,
But ours shall be true English--like our hearts.
Our uniform we'll copy from the Greek;
The drapery and emblems true antique:
Minerva's ægis! and Diana's bow!--
And thus equipt to India's coasts we'll go.
Temples of gold, and diamond mines we'll rob:
--And every month we'll make a new Nabob.
Amid this glorious scene of contributions,
Spoil, presents--hourly change and revolutions,
While high on stately elephants we ride,
Whose feet can trample European pride,
Think not our country we can e'er forget:
We'll plunder--but to pay the nation's debt.
Then there's America--we'll soon dispatch it,
This tedious war--when we take up the hatchet.
Heroes and soldiers Indian wiles may catch;
But--in a woman they may meet their match.
To art, disguise, and stratagem no strangers,
We fear no hazard, nor once think of dangers
In our true character of Female Rangers.
",,13759,•C-H takes from Works(1803).
•Does this really belong under Conquest? REVISIT.,"""To farther conquests still my soul aspires, / And all my bosom glows with martial fires""","",2009-09-14 19:39:09 UTC,""
5510,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,"Miss COLLETT.
Though each blessing crowns this wedding,
Still our joys are not complete,
Doubts and fears our minds invading
Till your gentle smiles we meet.
",,14747,"","""Still our joys are not complete, / Doubts and fears our minds invading / Till your gentle smiles we meet""",Empire,2009-09-14 19:41:48 UTC,""
5896,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Ven.
Chang'd as he was, the youth repair'd to Lesbos,
Where Sappho saw, and, need I add, ador'd him.
For, Cupid, well thou know'st, the tender soul,
That Poesy inspires, is very wax
To Beauty's piercing ray: the blooming boy,
More raptur'd with her lyre than with her form,
Feign'd real passion; swore eternal truth.
Yet scarce the waning moon had heard his vows,
Ere all those vows were broke, and perjur'd Phaon
Parted for Sicily; where now he reigns
Here like ourselves, my Son, all-absolute,
Conquering each heart he lists, nor needs thy shafts
To aid his victories.
",,15654,"","A boy with the the divine gift of beauty may conquer ""each heart he lists"" nor needs Cupid's ""shafts to aid his victories""","",2009-09-14 19:44:14 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:16:41 UTC,"TULLIA.
Shame stopt my voice; Honour, and conscious Pride,
That scorn'd to meet on less than equal terms,
And hope of happier days: While Frugi liv'd
Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart,
And Love receded from the stronger guest;
Now his dear image rises to my view
So piteously array'd, with such a train
Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame,
That Reason quits her fort, and flies before,
To the last verge of phrenzy and despair.
(p. 79)",,22688,"","""While Frugi liv'd / Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart, / And Love receded from the stronger guest; / Now his dear image rises to my view / So piteously array'd, with such a train / Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame, / That Reason quits her fort, and flies before, / To the last verge of phrenzy and despair.""",Rooms,2013-09-04 02:16:41 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:17:58 UTC,"CLODIUS.
Why then I thank thee, Nature,
That when you made this frame of such frail stuff,
So sensible of harm, so ill array'd
To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd
My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof
Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity,
Bidding it laugh at all that Fate can do.
Now, if thou can'st, relate the Tale of Death,
And keep no circumstance of horror back;
For 'tis a sound familiar to my ear,
And needs no softening to inure me to it.
(p. 83)",,22689,"","""Why then I thank thee, Nature, / That when you made this frame of such frail stuff, / So sensible of harm, so ill array'd / To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd / My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof / Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity, / Bidding it laugh at all that Fate can do.""",Metal,2013-09-04 02:17:58 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Painful the race! but Raimond is the prize!
Ye Beings! who, superior to humanity,
Behold, with supercilious eye, our slidings;
Oh, blame not me, thus tempted, if I yield.
Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accus'd,
Who to seductions left our minds a prey--
--Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us;
Hath hung us round with senses exquisite,
Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions,
The first to weaken, and the last to war
On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!
How dark the night! The moon hath hid her head,
As scorning with her lucid beams to gild
This murky business. Thro' umbrageous trees
The whistling Eurus speaks, in hollow murmurs;
And dismal fancy, in yon shadowy ailes,
Might conjure up an hundred phantoms.
How strong th'impression of our dawning years!
The tales of sprites and goblins, that did awe
My infancy, all rush upon my mind,
And, spite of haughty reason, make it shrink.
Who is't approaches?
(p. 40)",,23614,"","""Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!",Animals,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,""