work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3264,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Woodward, endow'd with various tricks of face,
Great master in the science of grimace,
From Ireland ventures, favourite of the town
Lured by the pleasing prospect of renown;
A speaking Harlequin, made up of whim,
He twists, he twines, he tortures every limb,
Plays to the eye with a mere monkey's art,
And leaves to sense the conquest of the heart.
We laugh indeed, but, on reflection's birth,
We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth.
His walk of parts he fatally misplaced,
And inclination fondly took for taste;
Hence hath the town so often seen display'd
Beau in burlesque, high life in masquerade.
",,8522,•C-H pulls from Poems (1933),"One may ""play to the eye with a mere monkey's art"" and leave ""to sense the conquest of the heart""","",2009-09-14 19:33:37 UTC,""
3402,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text replaced with that from ECCO-TCP.,2006-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"WHAT the grave triflers on this busy scene,
When they make use of this word REASON, mean,
I know not; but, according to my plan,
'TIS LORD-CHEIF-JUSTICE in the COURT OF MAN,
Equally form'd to rule in age and youth,
The Friend of Virtue and the Guide to Truth.
To HER I bow, whose sacred power I feel;
To HER decision make my last appeal;
Condemn'd by HER, applauding worlds, in vain,
Should tempt me to resume the Pen again:
By HER absolv'd, my course I'll still pursue:
If REASON's for me, GOD is for me too.
(p. 20)",,8689,"Was citing I, p. 61 in Poems?","""WHAT the grave triflers on this busy scene, / When they make use of this word REASON, mean, / I know not; but, according to my plan, / 'TIS LORD-CHEIF-JUSTICE in the COURT OF MAN, / Equally form'd to rule in age and youth, / The Friend of Virtue and the Guide to Truth.""",Court,2014-06-30 15:14:30 UTC,Final Stanza
5082,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""line"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Then Job reply'd, low-bending to the Throne,
""Resistless Pow'r belongs to Thee alone:
The deep-embow'ring Shades, the darkest Night
Conceal no Sinner from thy piercing Sight.
My trembling Soul attempts no more to find
Th' unbounded Reach of thy creative Mind.
How short aspiring Reason's vaunted Line,
When stretch'd to search thy Ways, thy Works divine!""",,13663,•William Langhorne? Must be misprint on title page?,"""How short aspiring Reason's vaunted Line, / When stretch'd to search thy Ways, thy Works divine!""""","",2009-09-14 19:38:56 UTC,""
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,""
5095,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Go on, ye fools, who talk for talking's sake,
Without distinguishing, distinctions make;
Shine forth in native folly, native pride,
Make yourselves rules to all the world beside;
Reason, collected in herself, disdains
The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains;
Steady and true each circumstance she weighs,
Nor to bare words inglorious tribute pays.
Men of sense live exempt from vulgar awe,
And Reason to herself alone is law:
That freedom she enjoys with liberal mind,
Which she as freely grants to all mankind.
No idol-titled name her reverence stirs,
No hour she blindly to the rest prefers;
All are alike, if they're alike employ'd,
And all are good if virtuously enjoy'd",2011-05-23,13766,•I've included twice: Chains and Yoke.,"""Reason, collected in herself, disdains / The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains""",Fetters,2011-05-26 18:44:38 UTC,""
5095,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""law""",2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Go on, ye fools, who talk for talking sake,
Without distinguishing distinctions make;
Shine forth in native folly, native pride,
Make yourselves rules to all the world beside;
Reason, collected in herself disdains
The slavish yoke of arbitrary chains,
Steady and true each circumstance she weighs,
Nor to bare words inglorious tribute pays.
Men of sense live exempt from vulgar awe,
And Reason to herself alone is law.
That freedom she enjoys with lib'ral mind
Which she as freely grants to all mankind.
No idol titled name her rev'rence stirs,
No hour she blindly to the rest prefers,
All are alike, if they're alike employ'd,
And all are good if virtuously enjoy'd.
(p. 3)",,13767,•INTEREST. Has a Kantian flavor. ,"""And Reason to herself alone is law.""",Court,2014-04-28 17:53:31 UTC,""
5098,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"From the dark Horrors of a prison's cave,
Where all is cheerless as the doleful grave;
The chain'd Andromache pours forth her grief,
And ev'n from Pyrrhus now implores relief.
If e'er soft pity touch'd thy manly Breast,
And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest,
O take compassion on my deep-felt woe,
""'Tis what the happy to th'unhappy owe.""
Too dire alas! to see my Hector dead,
Why dost thou show'r more sorrows on my Head?
Why am I lock'd in this lone Dungeon's cell,
To moan unpity'd? all my suff'rings tell
To heedless walls, that cannot know my pain,
Nor hear Affliction's sorrowing Child complain?
Was it my fault that Hector warr'd with thee?
Why then thy wrath impetuous spent on me?
Yet let me still thy rage unbounded feel,
No more, no longer, for myself I kneel!
--Some friendly Pow'r avert the barb'rous Deed,
For ah I tremble lest my Infant bleed!
Soon as Aurora had unveil'd the Day,
And to my prison sent a hateful ray,
Thy savage Ministers relentless came,
In right of war Astyanax to claim;
At my loud grief no pity they express'd,
But tore the helpless Infant from my Breast.
Yet worse--with impious joy the Ruffians said,
""This night shall find him number'd with the dead.""
My Infant die! forbid it Pow'rs above,
And from Despair call back maternal Love.",,13776,"","""Soft pity may touch the manly Breast, / And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:39:11 UTC,""
5391,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC,"I ask not, god of dreams, thy care
To banish Love's presentments fair:
Nor rosy cheek nor radiant eye
Can arm him with such influence bland
That the young sorcerer's fatal hand
Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie.
Nor yet the courtier's hope, the giving smile
(A lighter phantom, and a baser chain)
Did e'er in slumber my proud lyre beguile
To lend the pomp of thrones her ill-according strain.
(pp. 44-5; cf. variant text in 1772 ed.)",2011-06-26,14478,VARIANT TEXT.,"""That the young sorcerer's fatal hand / Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie.""",Fetters,2014-03-07 20:02:45 UTC,""
7004,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2011-07-15 16:41:45 UTC,"The Grace, delighted, taught her Care
The Cordial Smile, the placid Air;
How to chase, and how restrain
All the fleet ideal Train;
How with apt Words well combin'd
To form each Image of the Mind--
Taught Her how They disagree,
Aukward Fear, and Modesty,
And Freedom, and Rusticity.
True Politeness how to know,
From the superficial Shew;
From the Coxcomb's shallow Grace,
And the many-modell'd Face:
That Nature's unaffected Ease
More than studied Forms wou'd please:
When to check the sportive Vein;
When to Fancy give the Rein.
On the Subject when to be
Grave or gay, reserv'd or free:
The speaking Air, th' impassion'd Eye,
The living Soul of Symmetry;
And that soft Sympathy that binds
In magic Chains congenial Minds.",,18890,"","The Grace teaches ""When to check the sportive Vein; / When to Fancy give the Rein.""",Beasts,2011-07-15 16:41:45 UTC,""
7004,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-15 16:43:26 UTC,"The Grace, delighted, taught her Care
The Cordial Smile, the placid Air;
How to chase, and how restrain
All the fleet ideal Train;
How with apt Words well combin'd
To form each Image of the Mind--
Taught Her how They disagree,
Aukward Fear, and Modesty,
And Freedom, and Rusticity.
True Politeness how to know,
From the superficial Shew;
From the Coxcomb's shallow Grace,
And the many-modell'd Face:
That Nature's unaffected Ease
More than studied Forms wou'd please:
When to check the sportive Vein;
When to Fancy give the Rein.
On the Subject when to be
Grave or gay, reserv'd or free:
The speaking Air, th' impassion'd Eye,
The living Soul of Symmetry;
And that soft Sympathy that binds
In magic Chains congenial Minds.",,18891,"","The Grace teaches ""On the Subject when to be / Grave or gay, reserv'd or free: / The speaking Air, th' impassion'd Eye, / The living Soul of Symmetry; / And that soft Sympathy that binds / In magic Chains congenial Minds.""",Fetters,2011-07-15 16:43:26 UTC,""