work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6236,"","Searching ""thought"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-12-14 00:00:00 UTC,"'Tis true, you don't--but, pale and struck with terror,
Retire: but look into your past impression!
And you will find, though shuddering at the mirror
Of your own thoughts, in all their self confession,
The lurking bias, be it truth or error,
To the unknown; a secret prepossession,
To plunge with all your fears--but where? You know not,
And that's the reason why you do--or do not.",,16526,"","""Retire: but look into your past impression! / And you will find, though shuddering at the mirror / Of your own thoughts, in all their self confession, / The lurking bias, be it truth or error, / To the unknown.""","",2011-03-28 03:27:00 UTC,Canto XIV
6242,"","Searching ""thought"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (c19 Poetry)",2005-12-14 00:00:00 UTC,"River, that rollest by the ancient walls,
Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she
Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls
A faint and fleeting memory of me:
What if thy deep and ample stream should be
A mirror of my heart, where she may read
The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee,
Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed!
What do I say--a mirror of my heart?
Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong?
Such as my feelings were and are, thou art;
And such as thou art were my passions long.",,16537,"","""What if thy deep and ample stream should be / A mirror of my heart, where she may read / The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee""","",2009-09-14 19:47:12 UTC,Opening Stanzas
6242,"",Searching in HDIS (c19 Poetry),2005-12-14 00:00:00 UTC,"River, that rollest by the ancient walls,
Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she
Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls
A faint and fleeting memory of me:
What if thy deep and ample stream should be
A mirror of my heart, where she may read
The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee,
Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed!
What do I say--a mirror of my heart?
Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong?
Such as my feelings were and are, thou art;
And such as thou art were my passions long.",,16538,"","""The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, / Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed""","",2009-09-14 19:47:13 UTC,Opening Stanzas
6242,"","Searching ""thought"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (c19 Poetry)",2005-12-14 00:00:00 UTC,"River, that rollest by the ancient walls,
Where dwells the Lady of my love, when she
Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls
A faint and fleeting memory of me:
What if thy deep and ample stream should be
A mirror of my heart, where she may read
The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee,
Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed!
What do I say--a mirror of my heart?
Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong?
Such as my feelings were and are, thou art;
And such as thou art were my passions long.",,16539,•I've included twice: Mirror and River,"""What do I say--a mirror of my heart? / Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong? / Such as my feelings were and are, thou art; / And such as thou art were my passions long.""","",2009-09-14 19:47:13 UTC,Opening Stanzas
6269,"",HDIS (Poetry),2003-11-24 00:00:00 UTC,"Their only labour was to kill the time;
(And labour dire it is, and weary woe)
They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme;
Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go,
Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow:
This soon too rude an exercise they find;
Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw,
Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclined,
And court the vapoury god, soft breathing in the wind.
(Canto I, ll. 640-8, p. 196)
[And then, this stanza followed in 1746 edition?]
One nymph there was, methought, in bloom of May,
On whom the idle Fiend glanced many a look,
In hopes to lead her down the slippery way
To taste of Pleasure's deep deceitful brook:
No virtues yet her gentle mind forsook:
No idle whims, no vapours fill'd her brain,
But Prudence for her youthful guide she took,
And Goodness, which no earthly vice could stain,
Dwelt in her mind; she was ne proud I ween or vain.
(Canto I, p. 320)",,16577,"•Sambrook classifies the second as a stanza of doubtful authority. It was first printed by Nicholas (1830), ii 57, with a note explaining that it ""was introduced, in the edition of 1746"" (p. 321).
•Notice also that Goodness may dwell in the mind.",""No idle whims, no vapours fill'd her brain, / But Prudence for her youthful guide she took, / And Goodness, which no earthly vice could stain, / Dwelt in her mind; she was ne proud I ween or vain.""","",2013-06-20 21:01:45 UTC,""
6818,"",Reading the ODNB article on Keats,2011-03-28 03:17:27 UTC,"John Keats, who was killed off by one critique,
Just as he really promised something great,
If not intelligible, -- without Greek
Contrived to talk about the Gods of late,
Much as they might have been supposed to speak.
Poor fellow! His was an untoward fate:--
'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuffed out by an Article.
(XI. 60, p. 133)",,18264,"There's a note to the couplet... ""Divinae Particulam Aurae"" [Byron quotes Horace]
","""'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, / Should let itself be snuffed out by an Article.""","",2011-03-28 03:17:27 UTC,Canto XI