work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4167,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC," See, how resistless Orators perswade,
Draw out their Forces, and the Heart invade:
Touch ev'ry Spring and Movement of the Soul,
This Appetite excite, and That controul.
Their pow'rful Voice can flying Troops arrest,
Confirm the weak, and melt th' obdurate Breast;
Chace from the sad their melancholly Air,
Sooth Discontent, and solace anxious Care.
When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise,
Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise,
When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns,
Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins,
See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds
The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds:
Resistless bids tumultuous Uproar cease,
Recals the Calm, and gives the Bosom Peace.
(VII, ll. 354-369, pp. 332-3)",,10751,"•I've included four times: Weather, Liquid, Government, Rule and Subjection","""When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise, / Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise, / When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns, / Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins, / See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds / The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds: Resistless bids tumultuous Uproar cease, / Recals the Calm, and gives the Bosom Peace.""",Throne,2013-08-07 14:06:53 UTC,Book VII
4444,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""cave"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Nor are these tasks to him alone consign'd,
Millions invisible befriend mankind.
When wat'ry structures, seen cross heav'n t'ascend,
Arch above arch in radiant order bend,
Fancy beholds adown each glitt'ring side,
Myriads of missionary seraphs glide:
She sees good angels genial show'rs bestow
From the red convex of the dewy bow.
They smile upon the swain: He views the prize;
Then grateful bends, to bless the bounteous skies.
Some winds collect, and send propitious gales
Oft where Britannia's navy spreads her sails;
There ever wafting, on the breath of fame,
Unequal'd glory in her sovereign's name.
Some teach young zephyrs vernal sweets to bear.
And float the balmy health on ambient air;
Zephyrs, that oft, where lovers list'ning lie,
Along the grove, in melting music die,
And in lone caves to minds poetic roll
Seraphic whispers, that abstract the soul.
Some range the colours, as they parted fly,
Clear-pointed to the philosophic eye;
The flaming red, that pains the dwelling gaze;
The stainless, lightsome yellow's gilding rays;
The clouded orange, that betwixt them glows,
And to kind mixture tawny lustre owes;
All-cheering-green, that gives the spring its dye;
The bright, transparent blue, that robes the sky;
And indico, which shaded light displays;
And violet, which in the view decays.
Parental hues, whence others all proceed;
An ever-mingling, changeful, countless breed;
Unravel'd, variegated, lines of light,
When blended, dazzling in promiscuous white.
Oft thro' these bows departed spirits range,
New to the skies, admiring at their change;
Each mind a void, as when first born to earth,
Beheld a second blank in second birth;
Then, as yon Seraph-bard fram'd hearts below,
Each sees him here transcendent knowledge show,
New saints he tutors into truth refin'd,
And tunes to rapt'rous love the new-form'd mind.
He swells the lyre, whose loud, melodious lays
Call high Hosannah's from the voice of praise;
Tho' one bad age such poesy cou'd wrong,
Now worlds around retentive roll the song:
Now God's high throne the full-voic'd raptures gain,
Celestial hosts returning strain for strain.
Thus he, who once knew want without relief,
Sees joys resulting from well-suff'ring grief.
Hark! while we talk, a distant, patt'ring rain
Resounds!--See! up the broad etherial plain
Shoots the bright bow!--The seraph flits away;
The Muse, the Graces from our view decay.",,11722,"","""Zephyrs, that oft, where lovers list'ning lie, / Along the grove, in melting music die, / And in lone caves to minds poetic roll / Seraphic whispers, that abstract the soul.""","",2009-09-14 19:36:11 UTC,""
4525,"",HDIS,2003-11-04 00:00:00 UTC,"In lazy Apathy let Stoics boast
Their virtue fix'd; 'tis fix'd as in a frost,
Contracted all, retiring to the breast;
But strength of mind is exercise, not rest:
The rising tempest puts in act the soul,
Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole.
On Life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
Reason the card, but Passion is the gale:
Nor God alone in the still calm we find;
He mounts the storm, and walks upon the Wind .
(Epistle II, ll. 101-110)
",,11876,"•I've included twice: 'Card' and 'Gale'
•Note that ""card"" is a mariner's chart. Shaftesbury uses a similar metaphor in Soliloquy: ""Thus much for antiquity and those rules of art, those philosophical seacards by which the adventurous geniuses of the times ere wont to steer their courses and govern their impetuous muse"" (92).
•Are the previous lines worthy of entries? REVISIT","""On Life's vast ocean diversely we sail, / Reason the card, but Passion is the gale.""","",2009-09-14 19:36:21 UTC,Epistle II
4532,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC," My frame of nature is a ruffled sea,
And my disease the tempest. Nature feels
A strange commotion to her inmost centre;
The throne of reason shakes. 'Be still, my thoughts;
'Peace and be still.' In vain my reason gives
The peaceful word, my spirit strives in vain
To calm the tumult and command my thoughts.
This flesh, this circling blood, these brutal powers,
Made to obey, turn rebels to the mind,
Nor hear its laws. The engine rules the man.
Unhappy change! When nature's meaner springs,
Fir'd to impetuous ferments, break all order;
When little restless atoms rise and reign
Tyrants in sov'reign uproar, and impose
Ideas on the mind; confus'd ideas
Of non-existents and impossibles,
Who can describe them? Fragments of old dreams,
Borrow'd from midnight, torn from fairy fields
And fairy skies, and regions of the dead,
Abrupt, ill-sorted! O 'tis all confusion!
If I but close my eyes, strange images
In thousand forms and thousand colours rise,
Stars, rainbows, moons, green dragons, bears and ghosts,
An endless medley rush upon the stage,
And dance and riot wild in reason's court
Above control. I'm in a raging storm,
Where seas and skies are blended, while my soul
Like some light worthless chip of floating cork
Is tost from wave to wave: Now overwhelm'd
With breaking floods, I drown, and seem to lose
All being: Now high-mounted on the ridge
Of a tall foaming surge, I'm all at once
Caught up into the storm, and ride the wind,
The whistling wind; unmanageable steed,
And feeble rider! Hurried many a league
Over the rising hills of roaring brine,
Thro' airy wilds unknown, with dreadful speed
And infinite surprise; till some few minutes
Have spent the blast, and then perhaps I drop
Near to the peaceful coast; some friendly billow
Lodges me on the beach, and I find rest:
Short rest I find; for the next rolling wave
Snatches me back again; then ebbing far
Sets me adrift, and I am borne off to sea,
Helpless, amidst the bluster of the winds,
Beyond the ken of shore.
",2011-09-07,11924,"•I've included thrice: Tempest, Waves, Cork","""I'm in a raging storm, / Where seas and skies are blended, while my soul / Like some light worthless chip of floating cork / Is tost from wave to wave.""","",2011-09-07 19:34:50 UTC,""
4534,"","Searching ""wax"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Can I then grieve for ev'ry wretch's woe,
And weep if I but hear a tale of sorrow?
Say, can I share in ev'ry one's affection,
Yet still remain thus stupid to my own?
Is then my heart to all the world beside
Softer than melting wax or summer snow,
But to myself harder than adamant?
Can I behold the ruin Sin has made,
And feel God's image in my soul defac'd;
Nor heave a sigh, nor drop a pitying tear
At my sad fate, nor lift my eyes to heav'n
For aid against the flatt'ries of the world,
The wiles of Satan and the joys of sense?
Give me, ye springs, O give me all your streams
That I may weep; nor thus with stupid gaze
Behold my ruin, like a wretch inchanted
Whose faculties are bound with pow'rful charms,
To some accursed spot of earth confin'd.
Give me, ye gentle winds, your balmy breath
To heave my bosom with continued sighs.--
Teach me, ye wood-doves, your complaining note,
To mourn my fall, to mourn my rocky heart,
My headstrong will, and every sinful thought.
In silent shades retir'd I long to dwell,
Far from the tumults of the busy world,
And all the sounds of mirth and clamorous joy,
Till every stormy passion is subdu'd,
And God has full possession of my soul;
Till all my wishes centre in his will,
And I no more am fetter'd to the world;
Till all the business of my life is praise,
And my full heart o'erflows with heav'nly love,
While all created beauties lose their charms,
And God is all in all.
",2011-07-20,11930,"•I've included thrice: Wax, Snow, Adamant.
•Cross-reference: Watts seems to mix here Psalm XXII and Virgil's Pastoral VIII (as translated by Dryden). INTEREST","""Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?""","",2011-07-20 14:16:26 UTC,I've included the entire poem.
4652,"","Searching ""gold"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"II.
My GOD, what is a Human Heart?
Silver or Gold, or precious Stone;
Or Star, or Rainbow; or a Part
Of All, or all thy World in One?
(p. 31)",2014-02-09,12234,"•Included thrice: silver, gold, gem","""My GOD, what is a Human Heart? / Silver or Gold, or precious Stone; / Or Star, or Rainbow; or a Part / Of All, or all thy World in One?""",Metal,2014-02-09 20:17:33 UTC,""
7401,"",Reading,2013-06-06 14:17:13 UTC,"Life makes the soul dependent on the dust;
Death gives her wings to mount above the spheres.
Through chinks, styled organs, dim Life peeps at light;
Death bursts the' involving cloud, and all is day;
All eye, all ear, the disembodied power.
Death has feign'd evils Nature shall not feel
Life, ills substantial, Wisdom cannot shun.
Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven,
By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd?
By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified?
Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul.
(ll. 448-458, pp. 84-5)",,20429,"","""Through chinks, styled organs, dim Life peeps at light; / Death bursts the' involving cloud, and all is day; / All eye, all ear, the disembodied power.""",Eye,2013-06-06 14:17:35 UTC,Night the Third
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:53:06 UTC,"NORTHAMPTON.
Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds,
Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!
Shame on your softness--where's the soul of Somerset?
Where's that fierce fire which us'd to kindle in you,
And sparkle, from your eyes, in fierce resentment?
What! all extinguish'd?
(III.i, p. 149)",,22243,"","""Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!""","",2013-08-16 21:53:06 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
7665,"",Reading,2013-09-02 03:29:03 UTC,"He follows nature, (not like thee!) and shows us
An uninverted system of a man.
His appetite wears Reason's golden chain,
And finds in due restraint its luxury.
His passion, like an eagle well reclaim'd,
Is taught to fly at nought but infinite.
Patient his hope, unanxious is his care,
His caution fearless, and his grief (if grief
The gods ordain) a stranger to despair.
And why?--Because affection, more than meet,
His wisdom leaves not disengaged from Heaven.
Those secondary goods that smile on earth,
He, loving in proportion, loves in peace.
They most the world enjoy, who least admire.
His understanding 'scapes the common cloud
Of fumes arising from a boiling breast.
His head is clear, because his heart is cool,
By worldly competitions uninflamed.
The moderate movements of his soul admit
Distinct ideas, and matured debate,
An eye impartial, and an even scale:
Whence judgment sound, and unrepenting choice.
Thus, in a double sense, the good are wise;
On its own dunghill, wiser than the world.
What then the world? It must be doubly weak;
Strange truth! as soon would they believe the Creed.
(p. 179, ll. 1160-85)",,22646,"","""His understanding 'scapes the common cloud / Of fumes arising from a boiling breast.""","",2013-09-02 03:29:03 UTC,Night the Eighth