id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
8470,"",HDIS,"",2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,,3225,"","",2009-09-14 19:33:36 UTC,"Pride, wrong, rage, despair, can make may nearly touch the brain, ""And reason on her throne would shake""","Such were the evils, man of sin,
That I was fated to sustain;
And add to all, without--within,
A soul defiled with every stain
That man's reflecting mind can pain;
That pride, wrong, rage, despair, can make;
In fact, they'd nearly touch'd my brain,
And reason on her throne would shake.
"
8492,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry). ","",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,2007-04-26,3240,"","",2009-09-14 19:33:36 UTC,"""[R]eviving joy and lingering gloom"" may ""Alternate empire o'er [the] soul assume.""","And now approaching to the Journey's end,
His anger fails, his thoughts to kindness tend,
He less offended feels, and rather fears t' offend:
Now gently rising, hope contends with doubt,
And casts a sunshine on the views without;
And still reviving joy and lingering gloom
Alternate empire o'er his soul assume;
Till, long perplex'd, he now began to find
The softer thoughts engross the settling mind:
He saw the mansion, and should quickly see
His Laura's self--and angry could he be?
No! the resentment melted all away--
""For this my grief a single smile will pay,""
Our trav'ller cried;--""And why should it offend,
""That one so good should have a pressing friend
""Grieve not, my heart! to find a favourite guest
""Thy pride and boast--ye selfish sorrows, rest;
""She will be kind, and I again be blest.""
"
8503,•I've included twice: Rule of Reason and Judge. ,"Searching ""mind"" and ""judge"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""reason"" and ""judge""",Court,2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,,3249,"","",2013-06-12 19:02:49 UTC,"""Yes, 't is too late,--now Reason guides / The mind, sole judge in all debate.""","Begin the song! begin the theme!--
Alas! and is Invention dead?
Dream we no more the golden dream?
Is Mem'ry with her treasures fled?
Yes, 't is too late,--now Reason guides
The mind, sole judge in all debate;
And thus the important point decides,
For laurels, 't is, alas! too late.
What is possess'd we may retain,
But for new conquests strive in vain."
15888,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,,5977,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:00 UTC,A lover's heart may be one's throne," Pride, on thy vesture's purple fold
Let the sky-tinctur'd sapphire blaze,
The emerald shed its milder rays,
And rubies blush in circling gold:
Low at thy nod let suppliants bow,
And crested chiefs precedence yield;
Thy hand the rod of empire wield,
And wreaths of triumph grace thy brow:--
A nobler aim let my ambition own,
Be Love my empire, Lesbia's heart my throne!
"
15965,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,,6008,"","",2013-10-02 19:30:04 UTC,"""For thou, within the human Mind / Fix'd, as on thy peculiar throne, / Sitt'st like a Deity inshrined.""","Come from thy wildly-winding stream,
First-born of Genius, Shakspeare, come!
The listening World attends thy theme,
And bids each elder Bard be dumb:
For thou, within the human Mind
Fix'd, as on thy peculiar throne,
Sitt'st like a Deity inshrined;
And either Muse is all thine own!
(pp. 185-186)"
15968,"•A footnote explains that ""The attribution of this poem is questionable.""","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,,6009,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:17 UTC,"The ""tender, feeling heart"" is ""Compassion's throne""","D---, in sweet friendship's firmest bands
Link'd to my inmost soul! now pensive Eve
Steals slowly thro' yon misty meads,
What polish'd page of Rome, or wiser Greece,
Say, shall we next enraptur'd turn?
Shall we by murm'ring Mincio rove? or sit
Beneath the darksome pines that Pan
Planted in that Sicilian valley wild,
True region of poetic bliss?
Or in Achilles' loudly-thund'ring car
Be whirl'd o'er Troy's ensanguin'd plain;
Or see him strive Patroclus' shrieking ghost,
Poor unsubstantial shade! to clasp
With eager arms?--But let us never fail
Nightly to visit the soft bard
Best suited to the tender, feeling heart,
Compassion's throne: O joy refin'd!
To watch the big tear from thy meaning eye
Steal secret, while Medea's soul
With jealousy, maternal love, with rage
And haughty indignation fir'd,
Now points the dagger to her smiling babes,
Now, touch'd with nature, hurls away
The deathful steel! Or while Orestes starts
In madness from the opiate couch
Where his fond Pylades for many a day,
And many a bitter night, had watch'd
His limbs convuls'd, and ghastly staring eyes
Fix'd on the Furies! Milder scenes
Invite us next--the grove where Comus built
His magic dome, and Echo heard
The nymph's distress:--or where, in cavern deep
Sweet Melancholy sits, to hear
The bubb'ling brook, or awful bell, or plaint
Of ever-wakeful Philomel.--
Thus with the Muses pass the blissful hours
Till, dearest Youth, snatch'd far away,
In solitude thou leav'st thy weeping Friend.
Who then with cordial looks and smiles
Can lull my cares? To whom can I unfold
My secret breast? Whom else can trust?
Whom else can love? Beneath cold Midnight's gleam
Thy absence will I oft lament,
Stretch'd in thy fav'rite grove, near Itchin's stream,
Close to those ivy'd mould'ring walls,
While the lone Cloysters echo to my woes."
15970,"•Cross-reference: See also Crowe's poem (dated 1827): ""To a Lady, Fortune-Telling with Cards""","Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" (8/22/2004)","",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,,6011,"","",2009-09-14 19:45:17 UTC,"""[L]ove-darting Eyes"" may show ""How many hearts their empire own""",By those love-darting Eyes I find
How many hearts their empire own;
I see the sweetness of thy mind
That keeps the hearts those Eyes have won:
16121,"","Searching ""ruling passion"" in HDIS (Restoration and C18)","",2004-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,2012-01-06,6094,Ruling Passion ,"Letter III. The Vicar--The Curate, Etc. ",2012-01-06 20:44:23 UTC,"""Fear was his ruling passion; yet was Love, / Of timid kind, once known his heart to move.""","To what famed college we our Vicar owe,
To what fair county, let historians show:
Few now remember when the mild young man,
Ruddy and fair, his Sunday-task began;
Few live to speak of that soft soothing look
He cast around, as he prepared his book;
It was a kind of supplicating smile,
But nothing hopeless of applause the while;
And when he finish'd, his corrected pride
Felt the desert, and yet the praise denied.
Thus he his race began, and to the end
His constant care was, no man to offend;
No haughty virtues stirr'd his peaceful mind;
Nor urged the Priest to leave the Flock behind;
He was his Master's Soldier, but not one
To lead an army of his Martyrs on:
Fear was his ruling passion; yet was Love,
Of timid kind, once known his heart to move;
It led his patient spirit where it paid
Its languid offerings to a listening Maid:
She, with her widow'd Mother, heard him speak,
And sought awhile to find what he would seek:
Smiling he came, he smiled when he withdrew,
And paid the same attention to the two;
Meeting and parting without joy or pain,
He seem'd to come that he might go again.
The wondering girl, no prude, but something nice,
At length was chill'd by his unmelting ice;
She found her tortoise held such sluggish pace,
That she must turn and meet him in the chase:
This not approving, she withdrew till one
Came who appear'd with livelier hope to run;
Who sought a readier way the heart to move,
Than by faint dalliance of unfixing love.
"
16124,"•Not clear from surrounding stanzas what ""empire"" stands in for (mind? soul? person?) ","Searching ""reason"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2004-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,,6094,Ruling Passion ,Letter XII. Players,2009-09-14 19:45:49 UTC,"""Friends, parents, relatives, hope, reason, love,"" may ""With anxious ardour for that empire strove""","Friends, parents, relatives, hope, reason, love,
With anxious ardour for that empire strove;
In vain their strife, in vain the means applied,
They had no comfort, but that all were tried;
One strong vain trial made, the mind to move,
Was the last effort of parental love.
"
16202,"","Searching HDIS for ""master passion""","",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,,6145,Ruling passion,Tale XII,2009-09-14 19:46:01 UTC,Love or Pride may be a master-passion,"Arrived at home, three pensive days he gave
To feelings fond and meditations grave;
Lovely she was, and, if he did not err,
As fond of him as his fond heart of her;
Still he delay'd, unable to decide,
Which was the master-passion, Love or Pride:
He sometimes wonder'd how his friend could make,
And then exulted in, the night's mistake;
Had she but fortune, ""doubtless then,"" he cried,
""Some happier man had won the wealthy brid"