text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"So charm the News; but we, who far from town
Wait till the postman brings the packet down,
Once in the week, a vacant day behold,
And stay for tidings, till they're three days old:
That day arrives; no welcome post appears,
But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears:
We meet, but ah! without our wonted smile,
To talk of headachs, and complain of bile;
Sullen we ponder o'er a dull repast,
Nor feast the body while the mind must fast.
A master-passion is the love of news,
Not music so commands, nor so the Muse:
Give poets claret, they grow idle soon;
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune;
But the sick mind, of this disease possess'd,
Flies from all cure, and sickens when at rest.
",2009-09-14 19:42:35 UTC,Love of news may be a master-passion,2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"",Ruling passion,,"","","Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",15033,5618
"But she was not content. Her sickly mind
Was ill at ease, though seated on the throne
Of affluence and plenty. She could see
Another's happiness was thrice her own,
And she had little reason to rejoice,
Cut off from sweet society, and lost
To all but Elmer. He was old and grave.
He little relish'd the gay mood of youth,
And she as little relish'd his. She sigh'd
From morn to noon, from noon to latest night,
From night to morn. The good man saw concern'd,
But sought the reason of her grief in vain.
She pin'd and he was sad.
",2014-07-28 03:54:02 UTC,"""Her sickly mind / Was ill at ease, though seated on the throne / of affluence and plenty.""",2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Empire,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15268,5729
" 'Ah!' he cried,
'At that dear name my sear'd wound bleeds afresh.
''Tis music that would make a savage tame.
'It overwhelms, my soul, and my fond heart,
'Convuls'd at the sweet sound, recoils and faints.
'I have two souls (such impious sophistry
'Love teaches me) which, like two mighty Kings,
'Ever contending for the sov'reignty,
'Stir up sedition and revolt within me.
'While we converse together, and I feel
'Secret correction from the bolt of truth
'Shot home, my better soul in triumph rides,
'Borne on the wings of reason to her throne.
'But when Panthea with the rebel sides,
'She comes with power not to be withstood,
'Contends with reason's self, and overturns
'The throne of her adopted. Once again
'My better soul, by revolution strange,
'Sits on her throne. O Cyrus, I am thine
'Yet wholly. To confound thy foes I fly
'With all the good-will of an honest heart,
'Which never feels itself so much at large
'As when it serves so generous a friend.'
",2009-12-02 19:26:45 UTC,"'While we converse together, and I feel / 'Secret correction from the bolt of truth / 'Shot home, my better soul in triumph rides, / Borne on the wings of reason to her throne.""",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15269,5730
" 'Ah!' he cried,
'At that dear name my sear'd wound bleeds afresh.
''Tis music that would make a savage tame.
'It overwhelms, my soul, and my fond heart,
'Convuls'd at the sweet sound, recoils and faints.
'I have two souls (such impious sophistry
'Love teaches me) which, like two mighty Kings,
'Ever contending for the sov'reignty,
'Stir up sedition and revolt within me.
'While we converse together, and I feel
'Secret correction from the bolt of truth
'Shot home, my better soul in triumph rides,
'Borne on the wings of reason to her throne.
'But when Panthea with the rebel sides,
'She comes with power not to be withstood,
'Contends with reason's self, and overturns
'The throne of her adopted. Once again
'My better soul, by revolution strange,
'Sits on her throne. O Cyrus, I am thine
'Yet wholly. To confound thy foes I fly
'With all the good-will of an honest heart,
'Which never feels itself so much at large
'As when it serves so generous a friend.'
",2009-09-14 19:43:12 UTC,"One may have two souls ""which, like two mighty Kings, / 'Ever contending for the sov'reignty, / 'Stir up sedition and revolt within""",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice: in War and Government,"Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15270,5730
" 'Ah!' he cried,
'At that dear name my sear'd wound bleeds afresh.
''Tis music that would make a savage tame.
'It overwhelms, my soul, and my fond heart,
'Convuls'd at the sweet sound, recoils and faints.
'I have two souls (such impious sophistry
'Love teaches me) which, like two mighty Kings,
'Ever contending for the sov'reignty,
'Stir up sedition and revolt within me.
'While we converse together, and I feel
'Secret correction from the bolt of truth
'Shot home, my better soul in triumph rides,
'Borne on the wings of reason to her throne.
'But when Panthea with the rebel sides,
'She comes with power not to be withstood,
'Contends with reason's self, and overturns
'The throne of her adopted. Once again
'My better soul, by revolution strange,
'Sits on her throne. O Cyrus, I am thine
'Yet wholly. To confound thy foes I fly
'With all the good-will of an honest heart,
'Which never feels itself so much at large
'As when it serves so generous a friend.'
",2009-09-14 19:43:12 UTC,"A better soul ""by revolution strange"" may come to sit on her throne",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice in Government: in Throne and Revolution,"Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15272,5730
"""Doubtless"" said he: ""O it delights me much
""To find such sense in woman, she can see
""The fatal tendency of tales like these.
""'Tis thus the arch deceiver, busy still
""To ruin man, besets the female heart,
""Insinuates evil counsel, and inflames
""The hungry passions, that like arid flax
""Catch at a spark, and mount into a blaze.
""The passions heated, reason strives in vain;
""Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul
""Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent
""To turn and wind it in a world of sin.""
",2012-04-03 20:47:17 UTC,"""The passions heated, reason strives in vain; / Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul / Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent / To turn and wind it in a world of sin.""",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-04-03,Empire,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry); Found again searching ""empire"" and ""reason"" (8/16/2004)",15276,5732
"'It is enough,' he cried,
'I give thee mine, unbounded as the sky,
'And as the ocean deep. O lovely queen,
'Beauty usurps the empire of my heart,
'All its affections -- Artabazus here!
'What would you, soldier?'",2012-04-03 20:57:46 UTC,"""O lovely queen, / Beauty usurps the empire of my heart, / All its affections.""",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-04-03,Empire,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15278,5730
"""What reads my child?"" he cried; ""some tender ""tale
""Of virtuous suff'ring?"" Startled at the voice,
She shut her book, and wiping her warm cheek
Put it away disorder'd. ""Let me see,""
Said Adriano kindly; ""let me see
""What tale has pow'r to wring exhausted grief
""To such a flood of woe!"" He seiz'd the book,
And found it Werter's Sorrows. ""Aye, my child,
""A wretched tale, but not to be believ'd.
""O pestilent example, to describe
""As worthy pity and the fair one's tears
""Deeds by no arguments to be excus'd.
""Who kills himself, involves him in the guilt
""Of foulest murder. True, no written law
""Commands our strict forbearance; but be sure
""The laws of nature are the laws of God;
""And he, who said Thou shalt not murder, made
""This universal law that binds our hands
""From mischief to ourselves. Else why so strong
""The love of being and the fear of death?
""Why stands the tortur'd sick on the grave's brink,
""And trembles to step in? Why linger I,
""Assur'd that nothing painful waits me there?
""'Tis God's decree engrav'd upon the heart
""To make us wait with patience, till he comes,
""Undraws the curtain, and dispels the gloom,
""And takes us to his bosom, and rewards
""Our constancy and truth. That mortal then,
""Who shuns the suff'rance of impending ills,
""Is cowardly and rash. For what more rash
""Than wilfully to spoil a noble work
""God made, and said, let live? What more betrays
""Rank cowardice, than tim'rously to shake
""And fly distracted at a foe's approach?
""Can there be aught more painful, than to lose
""An amiable wife? in one short hour
""To fall from affluence and joy and peace,
""To poverty and grief? Can there be felt
""Heavier misfortune, than to lose a son,
""And find myself a beggar at his death;
""Forc'd into solitude without a friend,
""And only one poor little weeping child
""To be the sad companion of my grief?
""Yet am I living still, and kiss the hand
""That smote me so severely. Tell me not
""That life has pains too heavy to support.
""Look towards Calvary, and learn from thence
""The noblest fortitude is still to bear
""Accumulated ills, and never faint.
""We may avoid them, if we can with honour;
""But, God requiring, let weak man submit,
""And drink the bitter draught, and not repine.
""Had Cato been a Christian, he had died
""By inches, rather than have ta'en the sword
""And fall'n unlike his master.""",2012-04-03 20:56:06 UTC,"""'Tis God's decree engrav'd upon the heart / To make us wait with patience, till he comes, / Undraws the curtain, and dispels the gloom, / And takes us to his bosom, and rewards / Our constancy and truth.""",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-04-03,Writing,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15281,5732
"Thus, then, the essentials hath the muse unveil'd
Perceptive:--Studious thou, meanwhile, to trace
Their union and their order, as thy sphere
And genius of the just oration wills;
Except where versatile occasion's turn,
Or sudden impulse of thy audience points
A devious course. For oft, their due degrees
Abandon'd, one essential ev'n excludes
The rest; or argument, perhaps, usurps
The throne of pathos; or the passions, free
From previous forms, as great emergence calls,
Burst on a CATILINE's devoted head
Impetuous. Thus, my liberal youth, thy art
Uunravelled and illustrated, erelong
Shall bid thee seize the moments to persuade,
Soon as thy persevering practice adds
To knowledge, vigor; and to nervous strength
Adroit activity. And now survey
The high importance of persuasion's power--
The power of human conduct! Awful trust!
Yet haply thine! And O! if doom'd to guide,
Blest arbiter of good, the moral scale;
Whether thy care to vindicate the rights
Of outrag'd innocence, and crush the fiends
That weave the specious artifice; or stem,
In evil hour, corruption's torrent tide;
Or shine the sacred delegate of heaven;
O! be thy study to impress on all
The features of thy honest worth, and gain
The fame of virtue! Hence persuasion draws
New dignity and grace! Attention hangs
Enamour'd, on the music of a voice
Inspir'd by genuine probity; and breath'd
From unaffected goodness! Charms, like these,
Are virtue's!--Yet her semblance, uninform'd
By the warm heart, how vain! O feed the fires
That glow in generous bosoms! Be thy care
To give each exemplary deed the force
Of truth, and plain sincerity of soul!
For there's an energy in conscious worth--
A noble daring that excites the flame
Of emulative merit, spreads around
A kindred feeling, and impels the mind
To all that high activity, the source
Of happiest execution. Such the fire
Of ancient days, while Greece survey'd her sons
Crown'd, awful victors, with the double wreath
Of eloquence and virtue! With an eye
Prophetic of its quick-rekindling beams,
Thy Albion to effulgent glory weaves
That wreath: And--""Be it thine, (she raptur'd cries)
""Auspicious youth, to nobler deeds foredoom'd,
""To merit all the renovated rays;
""And, thus, reflected from thy brighter brows,
""Beyond the boast of Greece be Albion's fame!""",2009-09-14 19:43:42 UTC,"""For oft, their due degrees / Abandon'd, one essential ev'n excludes / The rest; or argument, perhaps, usurps / The throne of pathos; or the passions, free / From previous forms, as great emergence calls, / Burst on a CATILINE's devoted head / Impetuous.""",2006-01-26 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""passion"" and ""throne"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15461,5787
"So to thine early grave didst thou run on,
Spotless Francesca, so, after short course,
Thine innocent and playful infancy
Was swallowed up in death, and thy pure spirit
In that illimitable gulf which bounds
Our mortal continent. But not there lost,
Not there extinguish'd, as some falsely teach,
Who can talk much and learnedly of life,
Who know our frame and fashion, who can tell
The substance and the properties of man,
As they had seen him made,--aye and stood by
Spies on Heaven's work. They also can discourse
Wisely, to prove that what must be must be,
And show how thoughts are jogg'd out of the brain
By a mechanical impulse; pushing on
The minds of us, poor unaccountables,
To fatal resolution. Know they not,
That in this mortal life, whate'er it be,
We take the path that leads to good or evil,
And therein find our bliss or misery?
And this includes all reasonable ends
Of knowledge or of being; farther to go
Is toil unprofitable, and th' effect
Most perilous wandering. Yet of this be sure,
Where freedom is not, there no virtue is:
If there be none, this world is all a cheat,
And the divine stability of Heaven
(That assured seat for good men after death)
Is but a transient cloud, display'd so fair
To cherish virtuous hope, but at our need
Eludes the sense, and fools our honest faith,
Vanishing in a lie. If this be so,
Were it not better to be born a beast,
Only to feel what is, and thus to 'scape
The aguish fear that shakes the afflicted breast
With sore anxiety of what shall be--
And all for nought? Since our most wicked act
Is not our sin, and our religious awe
Delusion, if that strong Necessity
Chains up our will. But that the mind is free,
The Mind herself, best judge of her own state,
Is feelingly convinced; nor to be moved
By subtle words, that may perplex the head,
But ne'er persuade the heart. Vain argument,
That with false weapons of Philosophy
Fights against Hope, and Sense, and Nature's strength!
(pp. 8-10)",2011-07-14 19:59:01 UTC,"""The Mind herself, best judge of her own state, / Is feelingly convinced; nor to be moved / By subtle words, that may perplex the head, / But ne'er persuade the heart.""",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-07-14,Court,"•I'm going to include these unspecified ""judges"" here as personificiation. Should they be included in a Court entry in a separate entry for Judge?","Searching ""mind"" and ""judge"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16572,6264