work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-17 00:00:00 UTC,"O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfin'd
Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key
To golden palaces, strange minstrelsy,
Fountains grotesque, new trees, bespangled caves,
Echoing grottos, full of tumbling waves
And moonlight; aye, to all the mazy world
Of silvery enchantment!--who, upfurl'd
Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour,
But renovates and lives?--Thus, in the bower,
Endymion was calm'd to life again.
",,16432,"","""O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, / That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind ""","",2009-09-14 19:46:51 UTC,""
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-26 00:00:00 UTC,"O it has ruffled every spirit there,
Saving love's self, who stands superb to share
The general gladness: awfully he stands;
A sovereign quell is in his waving hands;
No sight can bear the lightning of his bow;
His quiver is mysterious, none can know
What themselves think of it; from forth his eyes
There darts strange light of varied hues and dyes:
A scowl is sometimes on his brow, but who
Look full upon it feel anon the blue
Of his fair eyes run liquid through their souls.
",2009-07-20,16440,"•The blue is liquid here not the soul. Not a proper metaphor for my purposes? REVISIT.
• Seems this originally bothered me. Doesn't do so now, six years on.","""A scowl is sometimes on his brow, but who / Look full upon it feel anon the blue / Of his fair eyes run liquid through their souls.""","",2009-09-14 19:46:53 UTC,""
6217,"",HDIS,2003-09-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The day appear'd, and all the gossip rout.
O senseless Lycius! Madman! wherefore flout
The silent-blessing fate, warm cloister'd hours,
And show to common eyes these secret bowers?
The herd approach'd; each guest, with busy brain,
Arriving at the portal, gaz'd amain,
And enter'd marveling: for they knew the street,
Remember'd it from childhood all complete
Without a gap, yet ne'er before had seen
That royal porch, that high-built fair demesne;
So in they hurried all, maz'd, curious and keen:
Save one, who look'd thereon with eye severe,
And with calm-planted steps walk'd in austere;
'Twas Apollonius: something too he laugh'd,
As though some knotty problem, that had daft
His patient thought, had now begun to thaw,
And solve and melt:--'twas just as he foresaw.
(Part II, ll. 146-162)",,16492,"","Thought may ""thaw, solve and melt""","",2009-09-14 19:47:02 UTC,"""Dreadful guests"" come to spoil Lamia's solitude. (""Save one""...)"
6375,"",HDIS (Poetry),2003-09-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Fill for me a brimming bowl
And let me in it drown my soul:
But put therein some drug, designed
To Banish Women from my mind:
For I want not the stream inspiring
That fills the mind with--fond desiring,
But I want as deep a draught
As e'er from Lethe's wave was quaff'd;
From my despairing heart to charm
The Image of the fairest form
That e'er my reveling eyes beheld,
That e'er my wandering fancy spell'd.
In vain! away I cannot chace
The melting softness of that face,
The beaminess of those bright eyes,
That breast--earth's only Paradise.
My sight will never more be blest;
For all I see has lost its zest:
Nor with delight can I explore
The Classic page, or Muse's lore.
Had she but known how beat my heart,
And with one smile reliev'd its smart
I should have felt a sweet relief,
I should have felt ""the joy of grief.""
Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow
Of Lapland thinks on sweet Arno,
Even so for ever shall she be
The Halo of my Memory.
(ll. 1-28, p. 4)",2011-06-24,16852,"• Ive included the entire poem. See previous and following entry
• Reviewed 2004-01-25","""Fill for me a brimming bowl / And let me in it drown my soul: / But put therein some drug, designed / To Banish Women from my mind.""","",2011-06-25 03:12:25 UTC,""