work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9329,REVISIT. More Metaphors in here to label. INTEREST.,"""When we of childish toys do think, a fair / May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are, / And in each stall may all such knacks be sold, / As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold; / Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there, / And thus within the head may be a fair.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:08 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9330,"","""And some place may in th' head be hung with black, / Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:08 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9331,"","""Our fancies which in verse or prose we put, / May pictures be, which they do draw or cut.""","",2011-11-24 17:30:56 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9332,"","""And when these fancies and thin do show, / They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:34:08 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9333,"","""When we have cross opinions in the mind, / Then we may them in Schools disputing find;""","",2009-09-14 19:34:08 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9334,"","""When we of childish toys do think, a fair / May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are, / And in each stall may all such knacks be sold, / As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold""","",2009-09-14 19:34:08 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9335,"","""And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed, / Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made; / And when our thoughts all merry be and gay, / There may be dancing on their wedding day.""",Inhabitants,2012-04-26 20:39:01 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3599,"",Reading,2006-12-15 00:00:00 UTC,"When we have pious thoughts, and think of Heaven,
Yet go about, nor ask to be forgiven,
Perchance they're preaching, or a chapter saying,
Or on their knees they are devoutly praying;
When we are sad, and know no reason why,
Perchance it is, because some there do die;
And some place may in th' head be hung with black,
Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack.
Our fancies which in verse or prose we put,
May pictures be, which they do draw or cut;
And when these fancies and thin do show,
They may be graven in seal, for ought we know;
When we have cross opinions in the mind,
Then we may them in Schools disputing find;
When we of childish toys do think, a fair
May be in th' brain, where crowds of fairies are,
And in each stall may all such knacks be sold,
As rattles, bells, or bracelets made of gold;
Pins, whistles, and the like may be brought there,
And thus within the head may be a fair:
And when our brain with amorous thoughts is stayed,
Perhaps there is a bride and bridegroom made;
And when our thoughts all merry be and gay,
There may be dancing on their wedding day.",,9336,"","""And when our thoughts all merry be and gay, / There may be dancing on their wedding day.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:08 UTC,I've included the entire poem
7295,"","Searching ""horse"" and ""imagination"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-07-05 14:03:15 UTC,"A thought for Breeding would a Travellour be,
The several Countries in the Brain to see;
Spurr'd with Desires he was, Booted with Hope,
His Cap Curios'ty, Patience was his Cloak:
Thus Suited, strait a Horse he did provide,
And Strong Imagination got to Ride;
Which Sadled with Ambition, Girt with Pride,
Bridled with Doubt, and Stirrups on each Side
Of Resolution, he did Mount, and went
In a full Gallop of a good Intent:
Some ways i'th' Brain were Ill, and Foul withall,
Which made him oft into deep Errours fall;
Oft was he hid by Mountains high of Fear,
Then slid down Precipices of Despair;
Woods of Forgetfulness he oft past through,
To find the Right way out, had much ado;
In Troubles he had Travel'd a long way,
At last he came where Thieves of Spight close lay,
Who coming forth, drew out Reproachfull words,
Which wounded Reputation, as sharp Swords;
When he did feel the Wound smart, he drew out
Truth from Time's Scabbard, and Fought well and stout;
With an Innocent Thrust he left Spight Dead,
Wip'd of the Blood of Slander, Purple Red:
Then coming to a River of Temptation,
Which Deep and Dang'rous was of Tribulation,
He Swum with Temp'rance, and got out at last,
And with Security all Dangers past:
At last he to the City came of Power,
Where Tyranny did stand, a great high Tower,
With Discords populous, where Riot rules,
Great Colleges there were, to breed up Fools;
Large Houses of Extortion high were Built,
And all with Prodigality were Gilt;
Their Streets were Pitcht with Dull and Lazie stone,
Which never hurt the Feet, when Trod upon;
Markets of Plent'ful Circuits were there,
Where all Sorts came, and did Buy without care;
Herbs of Repentance there were in great store,
But Roots of Ignorance were many more;
The Carts of Knowledge much Provision brought,
And Understanding, which Truth Sold, some bought;
All what was Bought, prov'd good or bad by chance,
For some were Cousened by false Ignorance.
Then forthwith into Shamble-row he went,
VVhere store of Meat hung up, for 'twas no Lent;
There lay an Head with Wit and Fancies fill'd,
And many Hearts by Grief and Sorrow Kill'd;
Bladders of VVindy Opinions were there,
And Tongues of Eloquence hung on an Ear;
VVeak Livers of great Fear lay there to Sell,
And Spleens of Malice very Big did Swell;
Tough Lungs of VVilfulness were hard and dry,
VVhole Guts of Self-conceit did hang thereby.
Then to a Poult'rers Shop, he went to see
VVhat Foul there was, if any Good there be;
There lay wild Geese, though black and heavy Meat,
Yet some Gross Appetite lik'd them to Eat;
The Cholerick Turkie, and the Peacocks Pride,
The Foolish Dotterels lay there close beside;
Capons of Expectation Cramm'd with Hope,
And Swans of Large Desires lay in the Shop;
Reproachfull Words were Sold by Dozens there,
And Ignorant Gulls did Lye every where;
Poetical Birds many were to Sell,
More Fowl, which he remembred not to tell:
But being a Travellour, heel'd see all there,
And strait did go to Churches of great Fear,
VVhere each one Kneel'd upon the Knee of Pain,
And Prayers said with Tongues that were Prophane;
Petitioning Tears dropt from Coveting Eyes,
Deceitfull Hearts on Altars of Disguise;
Earnest they were to th'Gods, that they would give
Worldly Request, not Grace for Souls to Live:
But Travels of Experience he would see,
Which made him go to th'Court of Vanity;
The Porter Flattery Sate at the Gate,
Who Civil was, and Carried him in strait;
To Beauty's Presence-chamber first he went,
There staid some time with great and sweet Content;
Next to the Privy-chamber of Discourse,
Where Ignorance and Nonsense had great Force;
Then to the Bed-chamber of Love's Delights,
The Grooms which served there were Carpet Knights;
Thence he to th'Council of Direction went,
Where Great Disorder Sate as President;
No sooner this poor Stranger he did view,
Reproachfull Words out of his Mouth he threw,
Commanding Poverty a Sergeant poor,
To take and cast this Stranger out of Door;
Strait Flattery for him Intreated much,
But he Disorder's Ear doth seldome Touch;
For Cast he was into Necessity,
Which is a Prison of great Misery:
But Patience got him an Expedient pass,
So Home he went, but Rid upon an Ass.
(pp. 261-4)",,19864,"","""A thought for Breeding would a Travellour be, / The several Countries in the Brain to see; / Spurr'd with Desires he was, Booted with Hope, / His Cap Curios'ty, Patience was his Cloak: / Thus Suited, strait a Horse he did provide, / And Strong Imagination got to Ride; / Which Sadled with Ambition, Girt with Pride, / Bridled with Doubt, and Stirrups on each Side / Of Resolution, he did Mount, and went / In a full Gallop of a good Intent.""",Beasts,2014-07-11 18:05:32 UTC,I've included the entire poem
7295,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2012-07-05 14:07:46 UTC,"A thought for Breeding would a Travellour be,
The several Countries in the Brain to see;
Spurr'd with Desires he was, Booted with Hope,
His Cap Curios'ty, Patience was his Cloak:
Thus Suited, strait a Horse he did provide,
And Strong Imagination got to Ride;
Which Sadled with Ambition, Girt with Pride,
Bridled with Doubt, and Stirrups on each Side
Of Resolution, he did Mount, and went
In a full Gallop of a good Intent:
Some ways i'th' Brain were Ill, and Foul withall,
Which made him oft into deep Errours fall;
Oft was he hid by Mountains high of Fear,
Then slid down Precipices of Despair;
Woods of Forgetfulness he oft past through,
To find the Right way out, had much ado;
In Troubles he had Travel'd a long way,
At last he came where Thieves of Spight close lay,
Who coming forth, drew out Reproachfull words,
Which wounded Reputation, as sharp Swords;
When he did feel the Wound smart, he drew out
Truth from Time's Scabbard, and Fought well and stout;
With an Innocent Thrust he left Spight Dead,
Wip'd of the Blood of Slander, Purple Red:
Then coming to a River of Temptation,
Which Deep and Dang'rous was of Tribulation,
He Swum with Temp'rance, and got out at last,
And with Security all Dangers past:
At last he to the City came of Power,
Where Tyranny did stand, a great high Tower,
With Discords populous, where Riot rules,
Great Colleges there were, to breed up Fools;
Large Houses of Extortion high were Built,
And all with Prodigality were Gilt;
Their Streets were Pitcht with Dull and Lazie stone,
Which never hurt the Feet, when Trod upon;
Markets of Plent'ful Circuits were there,
Where all Sorts came, and did Buy without care;
Herbs of Repentance there were in great store,
But Roots of Ignorance were many more;
The Carts of Knowledge much Provision brought,
And Understanding, which Truth Sold, some bought;
All what was Bought, prov'd good or bad by chance,
For some were Cousened by false Ignorance.
Then forthwith into Shamble-row he went,
VVhere store of Meat hung up, for 'twas no Lent;
There lay an Head with Wit and Fancies fill'd,
And many Hearts by Grief and Sorrow Kill'd;
Bladders of VVindy Opinions were there,
And Tongues of Eloquence hung on an Ear;
VVeak Livers of great Fear lay there to Sell,
And Spleens of Malice very Big did Swell;
Tough Lungs of VVilfulness were hard and dry,
VVhole Guts of Self-conceit did hang thereby.
Then to a Poult'rers Shop, he went to see
VVhat Foul there was, if any Good there be;
There lay wild Geese, though black and heavy Meat,
Yet some Gross Appetite lik'd them to Eat;
The Cholerick Turkie, and the Peacocks Pride,
The Foolish Dotterels lay there close beside;
Capons of Expectation Cramm'd with Hope,
And Swans of Large Desires lay in the Shop;
Reproachfull Words were Sold by Dozens there,
And Ignorant Gulls did Lye every where;
Poetical Birds many were to Sell,
More Fowl, which he remembred not to tell:
But being a Travellour, heel'd see all there,
And strait did go to Churches of great Fear,
VVhere each one Kneel'd upon the Knee of Pain,
And Prayers said with Tongues that were Prophane;
Petitioning Tears dropt from Coveting Eyes,
Deceitfull Hearts on Altars of Disguise;
Earnest they were to th'Gods, that they would give
Worldly Request, not Grace for Souls to Live:
But Travels of Experience he would see,
Which made him go to th'Court of Vanity;
The Porter Flattery Sate at the Gate,
Who Civil was, and Carried him in strait;
To Beauty's Presence-chamber first he went,
There staid some time with great and sweet Content;
Next to the Privy-chamber of Discourse,
Where Ignorance and Nonsense had great Force;
Then to the Bed-chamber of Love's Delights,
The Grooms which served there were Carpet Knights;
Thence he to th'Council of Direction went,
Where Great Disorder Sate as President;
No sooner this poor Stranger he did view,
Reproachfull Words out of his Mouth he threw,
Commanding Poverty a Sergeant poor,
To take and cast this Stranger out of Door;
Strait Flattery for him Intreated much,
But he Disorder's Ear doth seldome Touch;
For Cast he was into Necessity,
Which is a Prison of great Misery:
But Patience got him an Expedient pass,
So Home he went, but Rid upon an Ass.",,19865,"REVISIT: after this the poem seems to turn more straightforwardly allegorical... We lose the sense, I think, that we are inside, in the brain....","""Some ways i'th' Brain were Ill, and Foul with all, / Which made him oft into deep Errours fall; / Oft was he hid by Mountains high of Fear, / Then slid down Precipices of Despair; / Woods of Forgetfulness he oft past through, / To find the Right way out, had much ado.""","",2012-07-05 14:12:18 UTC,I've included the entire poem