work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5709,Ruling Passion,"Searching ""ruling passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Good Lord, what is Man! For as simple he looks,
Do but try to develop his hooks and his crooks!
With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil,
All in all he's a problem must puzzle the Devil.
On his one ruling passion Sir Pope hugely labors,
That, like th'old Hebrew walking-switch, eats up its neighbours.
Human Nature's his show-box--your friend, would you know him?
Pull the string, Ruling Passion--the picture will show him.
What pity, in rearing so beauteous a system,
One trifling particular--Truth--should have miss'd him!
For, spite of his fine theoretic positions,
Mankind is a science defies definitions.
Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe,
And think Human Nature they truly describe:
Have you found this, or t'other? There's more in the wind,
As by one drunken fellow his comrades you'll find.
But such is the flaw, or the depth of the plan
In the make of that wonderful creature called Man,
No two virtues, whatever relation they claim,
Nor even two different shades of the same,
Though like as was ever twin brother to brother,
Possessing the one shall imply you've the other.
",,15235,•Great anti-metaphor poem. INTEREST.
•Included twice: once in Government and once in Uncategorized.,"""Human Nature's his show-box--your friend, would you know him? / Pull the string, Ruling Passion--the picture will show him.""","",2011-02-05 19:38:00 UTC,Middle Stanzas
5727,"",Reading,2003-07-29 00:00:00 UTC,"'Methinks you angry warrior's head
Doth in its casement frown,
And darts a look, as if it said,
""Where hast thou laid my son?""
'But will these fancies never cease?
O would the night were run!
My troubled soul can find no peace
But with the morning sun.
'Vain hope! the guilty never rest:
Dismay is always near;
There is a midnight in the breast
No morn shall ever cheer.
(ll. 17-28 p. 435)",,15265,"•Conrad is about to meet the ghost of Edward. Note that this is all soliloquy or reported thought.
•I will eventually have to admit ""breast"" (and perhaps) ""head"" as two metonymic words to which my entries will be keyed, along with heart and mind.","""There is a midnight in the breast / No morn shall ever cheer.""","",2013-06-05 17:06:27 UTC,""
5822,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""cave"" in HDIS (Poetry). Date given by www.robertburns.org",2006-01-17 00:00:00 UTC,"What dost thou in that mansion fair?
Flit, Galloway, and find
Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,
The picture of thy mind.",,15538,•I've included twice: Cave and dungeon
•INTEREST. A Picture of the mind. REVISIT and USE. Nice and compact. I shoul memorize.,"""Flit, Galloway, and find / Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, / The picture of thy mind""","",2009-09-14 19:43:55 UTC,""
5842,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC," On Dissipation still this Treachor waits,
Obsequiously behind at distance due;
And still to Discontents accurse gates,
The House of Sorrow, these ungodlie Two,
Conduct their fainty thralls--Great things to do
The Knight resolvd, but never yet could find
The proper time, while still his miseries grew:
And now these Dæmons of the captive mind
Him to the drery Cave of Discontent resignd,
Deep in the wyldes of Faerie Lond it lay;
Wide was the mouth, the roofe all rudely rent;
Some parts receive, and some exclude the Day,
For deepe beneath the hill its caverns went:
The ragged walls with lightning seemd ybrent,
And loathlie vermin ever crept the flore:
Yet all in sight, with towres and castles gent,
A beauteous lawnskepe rose afore the dore,
The which to view so fayre the Captives grieved sore.",,15571,"",""" And now these Dæmons of the captive mind / Him to the drery Cave of Discontent resignd""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,""