work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3442,"","Looking up OED ""impression""",2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"When a seal in Wax Impression makes
(XIII, ii)",2007-04-20,8756,•REVISIT and fill out citation,"""When a seal in Wax Impression makes...""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:33:45 UTC,""
3442,"",Reading Bamborough's The Little World of Man (27),2004-07-16 00:00:00 UTC,"I know my Soule hath power to know all things,
Yet is she blind and ignorant in all:
I know I am one of Natures litle kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall",,8846,"","The ""Soule hath power to know all things, / Yet is she blind and ignorant in all""","",2009-09-14 19:33:48 UTC,""
5250,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Virtue, of constitution nice,
Quickly degen'rates into Vice;
Change but the Person, Place, and Time,
And what was Merit turns to Crime.
Wisdom, which men with so much pain,
With so much weariness attain,
May in a little moment quit,
And abdicate the throne of Wit,
And leave, a vacant seat, the brain,
For Folly to usurp and reign.
Should you but discompose the tide,
On which Ideas wont to ride,
Ferment it with a yeasty Storm,
Or with high Floods of Wine deform;
Altho' Sir Oracle is he,
Who is as wise, as wise can be,
In one short minute we shall find
The wise man gone, a fool behind.
Courage, that is all nerve and heart,
That dares confront Death's brandish'd dart,
That dares to single Fight defy
The stoutest Hector of the sky,
Whose mettle ne'er was known to slack,
Nor wou'd on thunder turn his back;
How small a matter may controul,
And sooth the fury of his soul!
Shou'd this intrepid Mars, his clay
Dilute with nerve-relaxing Tea,
Thin broths, thin whey, or water-gruel,
He is no longer fierce and cruel,
But mild and gentle as a dove,
The Hero's melted down to Love.
The juices soften'd, (here we note
More on the juices than the Coat
Depends, to make a valiant Mars
Rich in the heraldry of scars)
The Man is soften'd too, and shews
No fondness for a bloody nose.
When Georgy S**k***le shunn'd the Fray,
He'd swill'd a little too much Tea.
Chastity melts like sun-kiss'd snow,
When Lust's hot wind begins to blow.
Let but that horrid Creature, Man,
Breathe on a lady thro' her fan,
Her Virtue thaws, and by and bye
Will of the falling Sickness die.
Lo! Beauty, still more transitory,
Fades in the mid-day of its glory!
For Nature in her kindness swore,
That she who kills, shall kill no more;
And in pure mercy does erase
Each killing feature in the face;
Plucks from the cheek the damask rose,
E'en at the moment that it blows;
Dims the bright lustre of those eyes
To which the Gods wou'd sacrifice;
Dries the moist lip, and pales its hue,
And brushes off its honied dew;
Flattens the proudly swelling chest,
Furrows the round elastic breast,
And all the Loves that on it play'd,
Are in a tomb of wrinkles laid;
Recalls those charms, which she design'd
To please, and not bewitch Mankind;
But with too delicate a touch,
Heightening the Ornaments too much,
She finds her daughters can convert
Blessings to curses, good to hurt,
Proof of parental love to give,
She blots them out that Man may live.",,14142,"•I've included thrice: Throne, Seat, Rule of Folly","""Wisdom, which men with so much pain, / With so much weariness attain, / May in a little moment quit, / And abdicate the throne of Wit, / And leave, a vacant seat, the brain, / For Folly to usurp and reign.""","",2014-08-21 20:40:39 UTC,""
5250,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Virtue, of constitution nice,
Quickly degen'rates into Vice;
Change but the Person, Place, and Time,
And what was Merit turns to Crime.
Wisdom, which men with so much pain,
With so much weariness attain,
May in a little moment quit,
And abdicate the throne of Wit,
And leave, a vacant seat, the brain,
For Folly to usurp and reign.
Should you but discompose the tide,
On which Ideas wont to ride,
Ferment it with a yeasty Storm,
Or with high Floods of Wine deform;
Altho' Sir Oracle is he,
Who is as wise, as wise can be,
In one short minute we shall find
The wise man gone, a fool behind.
Courage, that is all nerve and heart,
That dares confront Death's brandish'd dart,
That dares to single Fight defy
The stoutest Hector of the sky,
Whose mettle ne'er was known to slack,
Nor wou'd on thunder turn his back;
How small a matter may controul,
And sooth the fury of his soul!
Shou'd this intrepid Mars, his clay
Dilute with nerve-relaxing Tea,
Thin broths, thin whey, or water-gruel,
He is no longer fierce and cruel,
But mild and gentle as a dove,
The Hero's melted down to Love.
The juices soften'd, (here we note
More on the juices than the Coat
Depends, to make a valiant Mars
Rich in the heraldry of scars)
The Man is soften'd too, and shews
No fondness for a bloody nose.
When Georgy S**k***le shunn'd the Fray,
He'd swill'd a little too much Tea.
Chastity melts like sun-kiss'd snow,
When Lust's hot wind begins to blow.
Let but that horrid Creature, Man,
Breathe on a lady thro' her fan,
Her Virtue thaws, and by and bye
Will of the falling Sickness die.
Lo! Beauty, still more transitory,
Fades in the mid-day of its glory!
For Nature in her kindness swore,
That she who kills, shall kill no more;
And in pure mercy does erase
Each killing feature in the face;
Plucks from the cheek the damask rose,
E'en at the moment that it blows;
Dims the bright lustre of those eyes
To which the Gods wou'd sacrifice;
Dries the moist lip, and pales its hue,
And brushes off its honied dew;
Flattens the proudly swelling chest,
Furrows the round elastic breast,
And all the Loves that on it play'd,
Are in a tomb of wrinkles laid;
Recalls those charms, which she design'd
To please, and not bewitch Mankind;
But with too delicate a touch,
Heightening the Ornaments too much,
She finds her daughters can convert
Blessings to curses, good to hurt,
Proof of parental love to give,
She blots them out that Man may live.
",,14145,"•I've included thrice: Tide, Ship, Tempest","""Should you but discompose the tide, / On which Ideas wont to ride, / Ferment it with a yeasty Storm, / Or with high Floods of Wine deform.""","",2014-08-21 20:39:12 UTC,""
5253,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"HENRIQUES.
Is this the land, Gernando, thou hast sought?
GERNANDO.
Ev'n this my friend, its well known image here
Remains engraven by the hand of love:
My beating heart confirms it for the same.
SYLVIA.
Might I but view their face.--
HENRIQUES.
Perchance, my friend,
We yet may be deceiv'd--
(pp. 157-8)
",,14152,Engraven where?,"""Ev'n this my friend, its well known image here / Remains engraven by the hand of love: / My beating heart confirms it for the same.""","",2014-02-24 04:53:39 UTC,Scene iv
5259,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"I have not drank of Patience' well so deep,
To lay each feeling of my foul asleep;
I boast not iron ribs, nor heart of steel,
Raw is my flesh, and warm my blood to feel;
If insults come, they touch me as a Man,
And I must shake them from me as I can,
And dare, where'er a crying wrong I see,
Say, tho' a King had done it, Thou art He***
For this th' advent'rous Muse began the Song,
An anxious pleader 'gainst the Curate's wrong.",,14165,"","""I boast not iron ribs, nor heart of steel, / Raw is my flesh, and warm my blood to feel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:40:10 UTC,""
5295,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye Play-frequenting Dames! permit a Bard
To teach you how your gentle Hearts to guard;
To shew you how these Foplings to descry,
Who are not worthy one superfluous Sigh.--
Whene'er the Scene afflicted Virtue paints,
Orphans oppress'd, or persecuted Saints'
Patriots who freely for their Country bleed,
Lovers to Death or Banishment decreed;
When such a Scene's on Foot, if't chance your Eye
Some vacant Phantom in a Box should spy,
Prattling in Tooth-pick, Tittle-tattle way,
Ogling, or bowing, heedless of the Play--
Shewing his trump'ry Trinkets, brought from far,
His Ring, or Ruffles, Buckles, Seal, or Star;
Note him, ye gentle Fair ones, in your Book,
Scorn his protesting Speech, and cringing Look,
Shun, shun the Wretch, and case your Heart in Steel,
Lose not a Thought on those who cannot feel;
Cast not on such a casual rambling Glance,
Better to wed some Hero of Romance.
He to the God of Love can ne'er be true,
Who laughing can his bleeding Vot'ries view,
And they who can on Romeo's Fortune's smile,
Have Hearts each real Juliet to beguile.--",,14216,"","""Shun, shun the Wretch, and case your Heart in Steel, / Lose not a Thought on those who cannot feel;""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:40:17 UTC,""
5313,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO and ECCO-TCP.",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"How doth it please and fill the memory
With deeds of brave renown, while on each hand
Historic urns and breathing statues rise,
And speaking busts! Sweet Scipio, Marius stern,
Pompey superb, the spirit-stirring form
Of Cæsar, raptur'd with the charm of rule
And boundless fame; impatient for exploits,
His eager eyes upcast, he soars in thought
Above all height: and his own Brutus see,
Desponding Brutus, dubious of the right,
In evil days of faith, of public weal,
Solicitous and sad. Thy next regard
Be Tully's graceful attitude; uprais'd,
His out-stretch'd arm he waves, in act to speak
Before the silent masters of the world,
And Eloquence arrays him. There behold,
Prepar'd for combat in the front of war,
The pious brothers; jealous Alba stands
In fearful expectation of the strife,
And youthful Rome intent: the kindred foes
Fall on each other's neck in silent tears;
In sorrowful benevolence embrace--
Howe'er, they soon unsheath the flashing sword,
Their country calls to arms; now all in vain
The mother clasps the knee, and ev'n the fair
Now weeps in vain; their country calls to arms.
Such virtue Clelia, Cocles, Manlius, rous'd;
Such were the Fabii, Decii; so inspir'd
The Scipios battled, and the Gracchi spoke:
So rose the Roman state. Me now, of these
Deep-musing, high ambitious thoughts inflame
Greatly to serve my country, distant land,
And build me virtuous fame; nor shall the dust
Of these fall'n piles with show of sad decay
Avert the good resolve, mean argument,
The fate alone of matter.--Now the brow
We gain enraptur'd; beauteously distinct
The num'rous porticos and domes upswell,
With obelisks and columns interpos'd,
And pine, and fir, and oak: so fair a scene
Sees not the dervise from the spiral tomb
Of ancient Chammos, while his eye beholds
Proud Memphis' relics o'er the Ægyptian plain:
Nor hoary hermit from Hymettus' brow,
Though graceful Athens, in the vale beneath,
Along the windings of the Muse's stream,
Lucid Ilyssus, weeps her silent schools
And groves, unvisited by bard or sage.
Amid the tow'ry ruins, huge, supreme,
Th' enormous amphitheatre behold,
Mountainous pile! o'er whose capacious womb
Pours the broad firmament its varied light;
While from the central floor the seats ascend
Round above round, slow-wid'ning to the verge,
A circuit vast and high: nor less had held
Imperial Rome, and her attendant realms,
When drunk with rule she will'd the fierce delight,
And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out-rush'd,
Before th' innumerable shouting crowd,
The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds,
Lions and tigers, wolves and elephants,
And desp'rate men, more fell. Abhorr'd intent!
By frequent converse with familiar death,
To kindle brutal daring apt for war;
To lock the breast, and steel th' obdurate heart,
Amid the piercing cries of sore distress
Impenetrable.--But away thine eye!
Behold yon steepy cliff; the modern pile
Perchance may now delight, while that, rever'd
In ancient days, the page alone declares,
Or narrow coin through dim cærulean rust.
The fane was Jove's, its spacious golden roof,
O'er thick-surrounding temples beaming wide,
Appear'd, as when above the morning hills
Half the round sun ascends; and tow'rd aloft,
Sustain'd by columns huge, innumerous
As cedars proud on Canaan's verdant heights
Dark'ning their idols, when Astarte lur'd
Too prosp'rous Israel from his living strength.
(cf. pp. 6-10 in 1740; cf. pp. 224-7 in Dodsley)",,14254,"","'To lock the breast, and steel th' obdurate heart, / Amid the piercing cries of sore distress / Impenetrable""",Metal,2014-03-12 19:30:06 UTC,""
5253,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""thought"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-09 17:23:34 UTC,"CONSTANTIA.
But wherefore all this time--
HENRIQUES.
Till now detain'd
In cruel bonds, his thoughts alone were free,
And these have never stray'd from his Constantia.
CONSTANTIA.
O Heav'ns! how have I wrong'd thee, my Gernando!",,19416,"Again, a reversed metaphor: body bound, mind free.","""Till now detain'd / In cruel bonds, his thoughts alone were free, / And these have never stray'd from his Constantia.""","",2012-01-09 17:23:34 UTC,Scene xiii
7968,"","Reading Christina Lupton's Knowing Books (Philadelphia: Penn Press, 2012), 107.",2014-07-13 20:36:05 UTC,"[...]
Then hemm'd--and call'd, with Voice profound,
His blockhead Family around.
The Dunces now conven'd; he said,
""Your Fortunes, now, my Boys, are made;""---
Then from beneath his Cassock drew
The sable Feathers forth to View;
Then thus---""Altho' your brains are Lead,
""These Quills, my Lads, will get you Bread;
""Scripture's your Point---build on that Base,
""And eat the Bread of Paraphrase--
[...]
(p. 33)",,24175,"","""Altho' your brains are Lead, / These Quills, my Lads, will get you Bread""",Metal,2014-07-13 20:36:05 UTC,""