work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5620,"",HDIS,2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But let no slavish pomp your feasts restrain,
Beneath your gilded roofs let freedom reign,
Push round the glass, command th' enliv'ning bowl,
Let the gay juice unlock the secret soul;
Chase vain distinction; from your frizled hair
Pluck the Tiara chance has planted there,
Forget thyself,--to aid the mystic plan,
Lay royalty aside and play the man;
Or if 'twould more enhance the general joy,
Let manhood rest awhile and,--play the boy!
'Twill well reward thy pains, for great's power
Of Bacchus gay intoxicated hour,
To tell the secret thoughts, and to impart
The hidden purpose of the cunning heart.
But would you know the passions that infest
With dead'ning influence the human breast,
Chase the gay scene, the ready dice command,
Let the box rattle in each eager hand.
Mix with the noisy tribe and mark by turns
How swelling hope within each bosom burns;
How, in a moment, forc'd by pale despair,
It quits the harrass'd throne it sought to share;
How, in the heart, by jarring tempests tost,
Truth, honour, reason, virtue all are lost.[1]
--Let not the frenzy fright thee; rather try
What venture waits upon the treach'rous die.
Who knows but, spite of every secret art,
Thy lucky throws may wring the gambler's heart.
But should'st thou lose, in fortune's fickle hour,
Mortgage the promises of future power.
Should clam'rous duns assail thy wearied gate,
And sorry tradesmen with impatience wait
Their ling'ring dues, 'till Hotham's eyes behold
Your coffers shining with replenish'd gold,
Withdraw your favours,--let the crew bemoan
The gilded plumes that made their traffic known:
Is it no honour that your name should grace
The splendid portals of the thankless race?
Or lends it not the privilege to cheat
The wealthy little ones who ape the great?
Grant then the favour, where your frequent name
May give the ponderous ledger half its fame.[2]
",,15044,"","In the heart, ""by jarring tempests tost, / Truth, honour, reason, virtue all are lost""","",2009-09-14 19:42:37 UTC,""
5976,"",HDIS,2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC," ""Ah cease!"" he cried, ""fond Nymph! the heart t'upbraid,
""Which thy fair image too distinctly bears:
""The cloud, which darkly o'er my fancy play'd,
""Whate'er th' illusion may have caus'd, now clears,
""And, tho' with range uncertain, doubts and fears
""Contend for empire and distract my mind.
""Ah! look not so! drop not those pearly tears
""Hide those perfections, lest, to duty blind,
'Again my working soul to madness be resign'd!'
",,15890,"",A cloud may darkly over one's fancy play,"",2009-09-14 19:45:00 UTC,""
6196,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-12 00:00:00 UTC,"But still the higher duties move,
To trace the philosophic grove,
Which Wisdom's sons are known to love:
Where studious thought delights to plan
The happiness of social man;
And, passion's active flame suppress'd,
To plant each virtue in the breast.
Nor should we pass the secret cell,
Where lonely Science loves to dwell,
Pleas'd, from its lamp, to cast the ray
That lights the mind's beclouded day.
Nor can we fail with awe to bless
That certain source of happiness,
The altar's form on which we read
The good man's hope, the Christian's creed;
Tells the best joys to mortals given,
And shews the path that leads to Heaven.",,16399,•I've included twice: Cell and Weather,"""Nor should we pass the secret cell, / Where lonely Science loves to dwell, / Pleas'd, from its lamp, to cast the ray / That lights the mind's beclouded day.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:46:45 UTC,""