work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5782,Inner and Outer,"Searching ""fancy"" and ""court"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"O'erbreath'd we come where, 'twixt impending hills,
Ran the joint current of two gurgling rills;
On either hand, adown each fearful steep,
Hung forth the shaggy horrors, dark and deep:
Here, thro' brown umbrage, glow'd the vivid green,
And headlong slopes, and winding paths between;
Growth above many a growth, tall trees arose,
The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those;
A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd
And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.
",,15428,•INTEREST. Metaphor of mind is here exterior?,"""The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those; / A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd / And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-04 16:48:01 UTC,""
5785,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"All polished circles for amusement look,
Those deal out scandal, these prefer a book,
And mixing with the grave, the young and gay,
Lay by the sampler for a moral play.
Can this, knows any here? the science hurt
Of pudding manufacture, or of shirt?
Must every social virtue be effac'd,
To plant a needle, and to shine in paste?
And yet what husband blushes to give raps
At lectures upon handkerchiefs and caps?
Zounds! cries Sir Nob! and on his chair he shuffles,
Your head's an auction-room of gauze and ruffles,
And that loquacious clack, which never tires,
Is fit for nothing but to call in buyers.
Such are the contradictions that we meet
In man, so wise! so knowing and discreet!
If female minds are uninform'd and blank,
Whom, lordly sirs! are female tongues to thank?
And if they thunder nonsense in your ears,
Why for such paltry talents choose your dears?
If you no higher excellence can brook,
Go wed at once your sempstress or your cook:
No matter of what coarse, what groveling brood,
In thought how barren and in speech how rude,
You get a nurse, and have your tables grac'd,
Indulge your pride, and show the world your taste!
And when to pinch your destiny begins,
She'll darn your stockings, or she'll rub your shins:--
Cursing your blindness, then you'll feel at least,
Wherein the Angel differs from the beast.",,15433,"","""Your head's an auction-room of gauze and ruffles""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:43:38 UTC,""
5785,Blank Slate,"Searching ""mind"" and ""blank"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"All polished circles for amusement look,
Those deal out scandal, these prefer a book,
And mixing with the grave, the young and gay,
Lay by the sampler for a moral play.
Can this, knows any here? the science hurt
Of pudding manufacture, or of shirt?
Must every social virtue be effac'd,
To plant a needle, and to shine in paste?
And yet what husband blushes to give raps
At lectures upon handkerchiefs and caps?
Zounds! cries Sir Nob! and on his chair he shuffles,
Your head's an auction-room of gauze and ruffles,
And that loquacious clack, which never tires,
Is fit for nothing but to call in buyers.
Such are the contradictions that we meet
In man, so wise! so knowing and discreet!
If female minds are uninform'd and blank,
Whom, lordly sirs! are female tongues to thank?
And if they thunder nonsense in your ears,
Why for such paltry talents choose your dears?
If you no higher excellence can brook,
Go wed at once your sempstress or your cook:
No matter of what coarse, what groveling brood,
In thought how barren and in speech how rude,
You get a nurse, and have your tables grac'd,
Indulge your pride, and show the world your taste!
And when to pinch your destiny begins,
She'll darn your stockings, or she'll rub your shins:--
Cursing your blindness, then you'll feel at least,
Wherein the Angel differs from the beast.
(pp. 75-6, ll. 44-73)",,15434,"","""If female minds are uninform'd and blank, / Whom, lordly sirs! are female tongues to thank?""","",2009-09-14 19:43:38 UTC,""
5785,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""blank"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"All polished circles for amusement look,
Those deal out scandal, these prefer a book,
And mixing with the grave, the young and gay,
Lay by the sampler for a moral play.
Can this, knows any here? the science hurt
Of pudding manufacture, or of shirt?
Must every social virtue be effac'd,
To plant a needle, and to shine in paste?
And yet what husband blushes to give raps
At lectures upon handkerchiefs and caps?
Zounds! cries Sir Nob! and on his chair he shuffles,
Your head's an auction-room of gauze and ruffles,
And that loquacious clack, which never tires,
Is fit for nothing but to call in buyers.
Such are the contradictions that we meet
In man, so wise! so knowing and discreet!
If female minds are uninform'd and blank,
Whom, lordly sirs! are female tongues to thank?
And if they thunder nonsense in your ears,
Why for such paltry talents choose your dears?
If you no higher excellence can brook,
Go wed at once your sempstress or your cook:
No matter of what coarse, what groveling brood,
In thought how barren and in speech how rude,
You get a nurse, and have your tables grac'd,
Indulge your pride, and show the world your taste!
And when to pinch your destiny begins,
She'll darn your stockings, or she'll rub your shins:--
Cursing your blindness, then you'll feel at least,
Wherein the Angel differs from the beast.",,15435,•Barren has two connotations: pregnancy and agriculture: REVISIT.,"A wife chosen from ""the coarse, what groveling brood"" will be in thought ""barren and in speech how rude""","",2009-09-14 19:43:38 UTC,""
5791,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The merchant venturous in his search of gain,
Who ploughs the winter of the boist'rous main,
From various climes collects a various store,
And lands the treasure on his native shore.
Our merchant yet imports no golden prize,
What wretches covet, and what you despise!
A different store his richer freight imparts--
The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts;
The social sense, the feelings of mankind,
And the large treasure of a godlike mind!",,15447,"","""A different store his richer freight imparts-- / The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts; / The social sense, the feelings of mankind, / And the large treasure of a godlike mind!""",Coinage and Metal,2013-06-11 18:52:38 UTC,""
5793,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye all decisive Powers! ye happy Crew!
The merits of our case now rests with you--
No haughty 'Squire, proud of superior parts,
Comes to o'erbear you with scholastic arts;
A simple sempstress to your worships bends,
And hopes, as most folks do, to gain her ends.
Were Ladies train'd to exercise the Pen,
They'd study day and night--to please the Men:
And should sour Critics female worth oppress,
You would, I'm sure, protect them and redress;
For 'tis the prime of nature's glorious laws
When beauty pleads to vindicate her cause--
I am a Woman, Sirs! my tremors show it,
Then for my sake deal kindly with the Poet;
We from your judgment to your hearts appeal,
Generous as brave, you are not hearts of steel:
Is there a Hector of your blustering tribe
A look won't soften, and a smile won't bribe?
Confirm my hopes then, lay your catcals by,
And bid me wish the anxious culprit joy.",,15453,"","""We from your judgment to your hearts appeal, / Generous as brave, you are not hearts of steel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:41 UTC,""
5781,Inwardness,"Searching ""breast"" and ""closet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But Donnegilda, cruel, crafty dame,
Great Alla's mother, over-fond of fame,
She, (as all antique parents, wondrous sage,
For youth project the inappetence of age,
Each sense endearing and humane despise,
And on the Mammon feast their down-cast eyes)
Malevolent beheld a Stranger led,
Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed:
For in the secret closet of her breast,
Constantia her imperial birth supprest,
Till Heaven should perfect the connubial band,
And with her Royal Offspring bless the land.
""Ah! ill-timed caution! were this truth declared,
""What a vast cost of future woe was spared!
""But where Heaven's will the unequal cause supplies,
""To set the world on fire a spark may well suffice.""",,15456,•Cross-reference: found again in Ogle's Canterbury Tales (1741),"""Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed: / For in the secret closet of her breast, / Constantia her imperial birth supprest""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:43:42 UTC,""
5796,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""reason""",2006-01-20 00:00:00 UTC,"'Tis passing strange, that thus your fancies hit,
Noise without mirth, and laughter without wit.
In times like these will you the hand accuse,
Which rears a temple to the mourning muse;
That sweet enchantress, who with magic power,
Can fill the vacant, charm the studious hour;
Can give to Fancy's work a blaze more bright,
Or Reason's steady lamp feed with new light;
Will you the well intended act despise,
Which by amusement courts you to be wise?",,15459,"","""That sweet enchantress ... Can give to Fancy's work a blaze more bright, / Or Reason's steady lamp feed with new light.""","",2013-08-23 00:39:48 UTC,Bon Ton Theatricals
5797,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-02-22 00:00:00 UTC,"She was--at least in Damon's Eyes--
Made up of Loveliness, and Grace;
Her Heart a Stranger to Disguise;
Her Mind as perfect as her Face:",,15463,"","""Her Heart a Stranger to Disguise; / Her Mind as perfect as her Face""","",2009-09-14 19:43:43 UTC,""
5799,"","Searching ""reason"" and ""balance"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-12-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Thus in the glebe the deadly night-shade grows,
Flaunts in the sun, and mingles with the rose;
The specious bane the prowling urchin spies;
Touch! touch it not!--he gorges it and dies!
Even so the Aretins of modern rhymes,
With pens immers'd in gall pourtray the times;
But with licentious images inflame,
And spread contagion as they spread the shame;
Quick to the brain the noxious vapours rise,
The good depress'd, a caput mortuum lies.
Howe'er on classic grounds they take defence;
Howe'er adroit their nostrums they dispense;
Impartially let loss and gain be tried,
And soon the balance Reason will decide.",,15467,"","""Howe'er on classic grounds they take defence; / Howe'er adroit their nostrums they dispense; / Impartially let loss and gain be tried, / And soon the balance Reason will decide.""","",2009-09-14 19:43:43 UTC,""