work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"What could it be but love? How a ring-dove
Let fall a sprig of yew tree in his path;
And how he died: and then, that love doth scathe,
The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses;
And then the ballad of his sad life closes
With sighs, and an alas!--Endymion!
Be rather in the trumpet's mouth,--anon
Among the winds at large--that all may hearken!
",,16433,"","""[L]ove doth scathe, / The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses""","",2009-09-14 19:46:51 UTC,""
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"But, gentle Orb! there came a nearer bliss--
My strange love came--Felicity's abyss!
She came, and thou didst fade, and fade away--
Yet not entirely; no, thy starry sway
Has been an under-passion to this hour.
Now I begin to feel thine orby power
Is coming fresh upon me: O be kind,
Keep back thine influence, and do not blind
My sovereign vision.--Dearest love, forgive
That I can think away from thee and live!--
Pardon me, airy planet, that I prize
One thought beyond thine argent luxuries!
How far beyond!"" At this a surpris'd start
Frosted the springing verdure of his heart;
For as he lifted up his eyes to swear
How his own goddess was past all things fair,
He saw far in the concave green of the sea
An old man sitting calm and peacefully.
",,16434,"","The ""springing verdure"" of the heart may be frosted","",2009-09-14 19:46:52 UTC,""
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-26 00:00:00 UTC,"It was a nymph uprisen to the breast
In the fountain's pebbly margin, and she stood
'Mong lilies, like the youngest of the brood.
To him her dripping hand she softly kist,
And anxiously began to plait and twist
Her ringlets round her fingers, saying: ""Youth!
Too long, alas, hast thou starv'd on the ruth,
The bitterness of love: too long indeed,
Seeing thou art so gentle. Could I weed
Thy soul of care, by heavens, I would offer
All the bright riches of my crystal coffer
To Amphitrite; all my clear-eyed fish,
Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish,
Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze;
Yea, or my veined pebble-floor, that draws
A virgin light to the deep; my grotto-sands
Tawny and gold, ooz'd slowly from far lands
By my diligent springs; my level lilies, shells,
My charming rod, my potent river spells;
Yes, every thing, even to the pearly cup
Meander gave me,--for I bubbled up
To fainting creatures in a desert wild.
",,16439,"",The soul may be weeded of care,"",2009-09-14 19:46:52 UTC,""
6220,"",HDIS,2003-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Parting they seem'd to tread upon the air,
Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
Only to meet again more close, and share
The inward fragrance of each other's heart.
She, to her chamber gone, a ditty fair
Sang, of delicious love and honey'd dart;
He with light steps went up a western hill.
And bade the sun farewell, and joy'd his fill.
(ll. 73-80, p. 186)
",,16483,"","Lovers may share the ""inward fragrance of each other's heart""","",2009-09-14 19:47:00 UTC,""
6221,"",HDIS,2003-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose,
Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart
Made purple riot: then doth he propose
A stratagem, that makes the beldame start:
""A cruel man and impious thou art:
""Sweet lady, let her pray, and sleep, and dream
""Alone with her good angels, far apart
""From wicked men like thee. Go, go!--I deem
""Thou canst not surely be the same that thou didst seem.
(ll. 136-44, p. 233)
",,16485,"","""Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, / Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart / Made purple riot""","",2009-09-14 19:47:01 UTC,""
6217,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2003-09-26 00:00:00 UTC,"""Why do you sigh, fair creature?"" whisper'd he:
""Why do you think?"" return'd she tenderly:
""You have deserted me;--where am I now?
Not in your heart while care weighs on your brow:
No, no, you have dismiss'd me; and I go
From your breast houseless: ay, it must be so.""
He answer'd, bending to her open eyes,
Where he was mirror'd small in paradise,
""My silver planet, both of eve and morn!
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am striving how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
Ay, a sweet kiss--you see your mighty woes.
My thoughts! shall I unveil them? Listen then!
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it sometimes pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the thronged streets your bridal car
Wheels round its dazzling spokes.""--The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
Beseeching him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose. He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
Luxurious in her sorrows, soft and new.
His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and sanguineous as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent! certes, she
Was none. She burnt, she lov'd the tyranny,
And, all subdued, consented to the hour
When to the bridal he should lead his paramour.
(Part II, pp. 352-3 ll. 40-84)",2011-09-06,16487,"• Lycius's spirit has ""passed beyond its golden bourn/ Into the noisy world almost forsworn"" so Lamia confronts him. His response and proposal is above.
• I've included three times: Snare, Labyrinth, Flower
•Later in the poem wine does ""its rosy deed, / And every soul from human trammels [is] freed"". I haven't given this passage its own entry but perhaps I should revisit.",""How to entangle, trammel up and snare / Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there / Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?""","",2011-09-06 15:13:28 UTC,""
6218,"",HDIS,2003-09-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
(ll. 50-67, p. 277)",,16493,•Does this entry belong in Landscape or Garden?
•REVISIT. Region and Architecture. Rich and famous passage.,"""Branched thoughts"" or ""dark-cluster'd trees"" may be new grown in some untrodden region of the mind","",2009-09-14 19:47:02 UTC,Final stanza
6218,"",HDIS,2003-09-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
(ll. 50-67, p. 277)",,16495,•REVISIT. Region and Architecture. Rich and famous passage.,"""With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, / Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same""","",2009-09-14 19:47:03 UTC,Final stanza
6218,"",HDIS,2003-09-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
(ll. 50-67, p. 277)",,16498,"","""A rosy sanctuary will I dress / With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain""","",2009-09-14 19:47:03 UTC,Final stanza