work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6231,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Odo approached,
And knelt, then rising, placed the diadem
Upon his brow, with laurels intertwined.
Again the voice of acclamation rang,
And from the galleries a hundred harps
Resounded Roland's song! Long live the King!
The barons, and the prelates, and the knights,
Long live the Conqueror! cried; a god on earth!
That instant the high vaulted chamber shook
As with a blast from heaven, and all was mute
Around him, and the very fortress rocked,
As it would topple on their heads. He rose
Disturbed and frowning, for tumultuous thoughts
Crowded like night upon his heart; then waved
His hand. The barons, abbots, knights retire.
Behold him now alone! before a lamp
A crucifix appears; upon the ground
Lies the same sword that Hastings' battle dyed
Deep to the hilt in gore; behold, he kneels
And prays, Thou only, Lord, art ever great;
Have mercy on my sins! The crucifix
Shook as he spoke, shook visibly, and, hark!
There is a low moan, as of dying men,
At distance heard.",,16509,•I've included twice: Crowd and Night,"""He rose / Disturbed and frowning, for tumultuous thoughts / Crowded like night upon his heart""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:47:06 UTC,""
6230,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""eye"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-04-17 00:00:00 UTC,"On errands of this grave intent,
Quæ Genus now and then was sent,
And how he did his plans arrange,
Or in what shape place the exchange:
How he contriv'd these sly affairs,
Paid soon, or lengthen'd the arrears,
Of this we know not more nor less,
For we ne'er heard his tongue confess,
And 'twould be wasting time to guess.
But, somehow, he contriv'd to please,
By grace or guile, old Master Squeeze,
And by some strange, peculiar art,
He gain'd upon the Us'rer's heart,
If an heart such a being owns,
Who chuckles when misfortune moans,
At least, when that is understood
To be a vessel fraught with good.
But to proceed, the mind's keen eye
Of Squeezing Jack, thought he could spy
In our Quæ Genus that quick sense,
Which might reward his confidence;
That wary, penetrating thought,
Which could not be too dearly bought,
And in his present, sickly trim,
Would be of golden use to him:
For he grew old and wanted aid,
In his nice calculating trade.
In short, in every point of view,
As one who certain fancies knew,
The old man felt that he would do,
And that he could his interest make
A station at the desk to take.",,16511,"","""But to proceed, the mind's keen eye / Of Squeezing Jack, thought he could spy / In our Quæ Genus that quick sense, / Which might reward his confidence""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:47:06 UTC,""
6232,"","Reading Reisner, Thomas A. ""Tablua Rasa: Shelley's Metaphor of Mind."" Ariel IV.2 (197): 90-102. p. 98.",2006-10-03 00:00:00 UTC,"MAHMUD
The times do cast strange shadows
On those who watch and who must rule their course,
Lest they, being first in peril as in glory,
Be whelmed in the fierce ebb:--and these are of them.
Thrice has a gloomy vision hunted me
As thus from sleep into the troubled day;
It shakes me as the tempest shakes the sea,
Leaving no figure upon memory's glass.
Would that--no matter. Thou didst say thou knewest
A Jew, whose spirit is a chronicle
Of strange and secret and forgotten things.
I bade thee summon him:--'tis said his tribe
Dream, and are wise interpreters of dreams.
(ll. 124-136)",,16512,"•I've included thrice: Tempest, Sea, Glass","""Thrice has a gloomy vision hunted me / As thus from sleep into the troubled day; / It shakes me as the tempest shakes the sea, / Leaving no figure upon memory's glass""","",2009-09-14 19:47:07 UTC,""
6232,"","Reading Reisner, Thomas A. ""Tablua Rasa: Shelley's Metaphor of Mind."" Ariel IV.2 (197): 90-102. p. 98.",2006-10-03 00:00:00 UTC,"MAHMUD
The times do cast strange shadows
On those who watch and who must rule their course,
Lest they, being first in peril as in glory,
Be whelmed in the fierce ebb:--and these are of them.
Thrice has a gloomy vision hunted me
As thus from sleep into the troubled day;
It shakes me as the tempest shakes the sea,
Leaving no figure upon memory's glass.
Would that--no matter. Thou didst say thou knewest
A Jew, whose spirit is a chronicle
Of strange and secret and forgotten things.
I bade thee summon him:--'tis said his tribe
Dream, and are wise interpreters of dreams.
(ll. 124-136)",,16515,"","""Thou didst say thou knewest / A Jew, whose spirit is a chronicle / Of strange and secret and forgotten things.""","",2009-09-14 19:47:07 UTC,""
6233,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-10-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Seen thus destitute,
What are the greatest? They must speak beyond
A thousand homilies. When Raphael went,
His heavenly face the mirror of his mind,
His mind a temple for all lovely things
To flock to and inhabit--when He went,
Wrapt in his sable cloak, the cloak he wore,
To sleep beneath the venerable Dome,
By those attended, who in life had loved,
Had worshipped, following in his steps to Fame,
('Twas on an April-day, when Nature smiles)
All Rome was there. But, ere the march began,
Ere to receive their charge the bearers came,
Who had not sought him? And when all beheld
Him, where he lay, how changed from yesterday,
Him in that hour cut off, and at his head
His last great work; when, entering in, they looked
Now on the dead, then on that master-piece,
Now on his face, lifeless and colourless,
Then on those forms divine that lived and breathed,
And would live on for ages--all were moved;
And sighs burst forth, and loudest lamentations.",,16516,•I've included twice: Mirror and Temple,"""When Raphael went, / His heavenly face the mirror of his mind, / His mind a temple for all lovely things / To flock to and inhabit""","",2009-09-14 19:47:08 UTC,""
6234,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC," But thee I sing, thou first great work of heav'n!
Pure emanation of th' eternal mind!
Who, ere an impulse to our orb was giv'n,
To guide th' unerring fabric wast design'd.
Thee in each age and every clime we find,
From Zembla's frost to Afric's burning zone,
With nature's laws and nature's works combin'd;
Thy pow'r in all created things is shewn,
And in the virtuous heart is fix'd thy lasting throne.
",,16517,"","""[I]n the virtuous heart is fix'd [Love's] lasting throne""","",2009-09-14 19:47:08 UTC,""
6234,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC," ""For this with care preserve the Hearts thy prize,
""Whose conquest well has now repaid thy pain;
""With them triumphantly to heav'n arise:
""There to remoter times shall they remain;
""Till, when at length thy rival shall attain
""Dominion wide, and vice shall dauntless rove,
""For virtue's aid to Britain sent again,
""On her high throne examples shall they prove
""Of pure unblemish'd faith, of constancy and love.
",,16518,"",The prize of conquered hearts may repay pain,"",2009-09-14 19:47:08 UTC,""
6234,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC," The one a strange fantastic shape appear'd,
Which from its centre inward made a bend,
The while, as if too close a touch it fear'd,
It backward strove to turn at either end,
Unheedful of what thence was seen append
In guise of cord, which playing loosely wav'd
In the cool gales that thro' heav'n's courts ascend:
On either side, and all around, engrav'd
Were mystic symbols seen of free-born hearts enslav'd.
",,16519,"","""On either side, and all around, engrav'd / Were mystic symbols seen of free-born hearts enslav'd""","",2009-09-14 19:47:09 UTC,""
6234,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); Found again ""stamp"" and ""breast""",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC," Ah! how sublime the Pow'r that rules the will
In strong obedience to His high behest,
Who makes wild passion his behest fulfil,
And stamps His precepts on the conscious breast,
Who leads the eagle to his craggy nest,
And guides the sea-fowl thro' it's trackless flight
Secure in tempests and 'midst horrors blest;
By whom instructed prowls the bird of night,
And taught by whom the lark salutes returning light!
",,16523,"","A sublime power rules the will ""And stamps His precepts on the conscious breast""","",2009-09-14 19:47:09 UTC,""
6234,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""alloy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC," Of Love I sing--not of that treach'rous Boy
To whom the impure Venus erst gave birth,
Whose venom'd shafts empoison mortal joy,
Confounding honour, virtue, rank, and worth;
Whose midnight orgies stamp on lawless mirth
The forged image of celestial pleasure,
Drawing from heav'n the soul of man to earth,
With foul alloy debasing purest treasure--
That Boy, and that Boy's deeds shall not pollute my measure!",,16524,I've included twice: Alloy and Treasure,"The ""venom'd shafts"" of Cupid ""empoison mortal joy,"" ""Drawing from heav'n the soul of man to earth, / With foul alloy debasing purest treasure.""",Metal,2013-06-11 19:15:30 UTC,""