work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3376,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Few beings absolutely boast the man,
Few have the understanding of a Spanne;
Every idea of a city mind
Is to commercial incidents confined:
True! some exceptions to this general rule
Can show the merchant blended with the fool.
--- with magisterial air commits;
--- presides the chief of city wits;
In jigs and country-dances --- shines,
And --- slumbers over Mallet's lines:
His ample visage, oft on nothing bent,
Sleeps in vacuity of sentiment.
When in the venerable gothic hall,
Where fetters rattle, evidences bawl,
Puzzled in thought by equity or law,
Into their inner room his senses draw;
There, as they snore in consultation deep,
The foolish vulgar deem him fast asleep.
(ll. 432-448, pp. 151-2)",2011-05-26,8653,"","""When in the venerable gothic hall, / Where fetters rattle, evidences bawl, / Puzzled in thought by equity or law, / Into their inner room his senses draw; / There, as they snore in consultation deep, / The foolish vulgar deem him fast asleep.""",Rooms,2013-09-30 03:30:10 UTC,III. Poems written in 1770
4708,Momus Glass,"Searching ""bosom"" and ""window"" HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Thro' all the various Scenes the Muses rove,
The peopled Town, or the sequester'd Grove,
Amidst the Silvan Choir, or Courtly Throng,
They ne'er found one so worthy of their Song;
Never such Youth with so much Prudence join'd,
Never so tender, yet so firm a Mind:
Such gentle Manners, such refin'd Good-Sense!
Grave without Frowns, and gay without Offence!
A Form adorn'd with ev'ry pleasing Grace,
A Soul where ev'ry Virtue held a Place:
The Vestal's Purity, without her Pride;
The Court's high Breeding, not as There apply'd;
Judgment with Candor, Wit which ne'er revil'd,
Zeal cloath'd with Meekness, Piety that smil'd.
No Window to Her Bosom did we need,
The Goodness there appear'd in ev'ry Deed;
In ev'ry Look, in ev'ry Smile was seen
The Innocence and Peace that reign'd within.",,12421,"","""No Window to Her Bosom did we need, / The Goodness there appear'd in ev'ry Deed""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:36:57 UTC,""
5452,"","Reading S. H. Clark's ""Locke and Metaphor Reconsidered"" in JHI 59:2 (1998) p. 253; found again",2005-03-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Let me, therfore, most earnestly recommend to you, to hoard up, while you can, a great stock of knowledge; for though, during the dissipation of your youth, you may not have occasion to spend much of it; yet, you may depend upon it, that a time will come, when you will want it to maintain you. Public granaries are filled in plentiful years; not that it is known that the next, or the second, or the third year will prove a scarce one; but because it is known that, sooner or later, such a year will come, in which the grain will be wanted.
(I.lxxx, p. 239 [pp. 42-3 in Roberts ed.], BATH, October 4, O.S. 1746)",,14574,"","""Let me, therfore, most earnestly recommend to you, to hoard up, while you can, a great stock of knowledge; for though, during the dissipation of your youth, you may not have occasion to spend much of it; yet, you may depend upon it, that a time will come, when you will want it to maintain you. Public granaries are filled in plentiful years; not that it is known that the next, or the second, or the third year will prove a scarce one; but because it is known that, sooner or later, such a year will come, in which the grain will be wanted.""","",2013-06-21 18:03:34 UTC,"LXXX, 1, p. 195"
5789,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""mint"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"When human feelings the warm breast inspire,
When pity softens, and when passions fire;
Then glows the Mint of Nature, apt, refined,
And Virtue strikes her image on the mind.
",,15438,•INTEREST.,"When human feelings may inspire the breast so that the ""Mint of Nature"" glows, ""Virtue strikes her image on the mind""",Coinage,2009-09-14 19:43:39 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,""
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:19:44 UTC,"CRISTINA.
I know thou hast a serpentizing Genius,
Can'st wind the subtlest Mazes of the Soul,
And trace her Wand'rings to the Source of Action.
If thou canst bend this proud one to our Purpose,
And make the Lion crouch, 'tis well--if not,
Away at once, and sweep him from Remembrance.
(p. 22)",,22760,"","""I know thou hast a serpentizing Genius, / Can'st wind the subtlest Mazes of the Soul, / And trace her Wand'rings to the Source of Action.""","",2013-09-16 04:19:44 UTC,""
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:24:42 UTC,"ARVIDA.
Of thy Gustavus ! O Wretch, Wretch, curs'd Wretch!
What is this Time and Place, and Toys of Circumstance;
That wind our Actions, so, as Heav'n's own Hand
What's done may not unravel?--Pardon may!--
There's the Lethean Sweet, the Snow of Heav'n,
New blanching-o'er the Negro Front of Guilt,
That to the Eye of Mercy all appears
Fair as th' unwritten Page--yet self-convict,
Tho' Heav'n's free Pow'r shou'd pardon, where's my Peace?
Thus, thus to be driven out from my own Breast!
To have no Shed, no shelt'ring Nook at Home
To take Reflection in! How looks the Wretch
Whose Heart cries Villain to itself? I'll not
Endure its Batt'ry--Somewhat must be done
Of high Import 'ere Night, that I may sleep,
Or wake for ever.
(p. 45)",,22765,"","""Thus, thus to be driven out from my own Breast! / To have no Shed, no shelt'ring Nook at Home / To take Reflection in!""",Rooms,2013-09-16 04:24:42 UTC,""