text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"I turn from scenes domestic, feast my thought
Again upon the view the placid ocean
In beauteous breadth expands around the dome.
Ah! 'tis all rapture! Whether glides the eye
O'er the smooth acclivities with harvest swelling,
Or rests upon the white receding sails,
Which on th' horizon's utmost verge appear
But flitting butterflies escaped from shore,
Where'er my view doth glance, my mind is filled
With all the sweet sensations of the Muse:
All, all around is bliss--the bliss of Taste!
(ll. 30-79, pp. 395-6)",2009-09-14 19:46:03 UTC,The thought may be feasted and the mind filled with sweet sensations,2003-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•Scattered across the stanza. I have pieced together a slightly extended metaphor. ,Reading,16209,6150
"When the fierce Sun darts vertical his beams,
And thirst and hunger mix their wild extremes;
When the sharp iron * wounds his inmost soul,
And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll;
Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire,
No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?
[...]
* This is not said figuratively. The writer of these lines has seen a complete set of chains, fitted to every separate limb of these unhappy, innocent men; together with instruments for wrenching open the jaws, contrived with such ingenious cruelty as would shock the humanity of an inquisitor.
(ll. 171-6, p. 13, p. 106 in Wood)",2012-08-14 14:33:41 UTC,"""When the sharp iron wounds his inmost soul, / And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll; / Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire, / No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?""",2012-08-14 14:32:46 UTC,"",Meta-Metaphorical,,Fetters,"CRAZY! USE IN ENTRY: ""This is not said figuratively.""",Reading,19915,5681
"And thou, WHITE SAVAGE! whether lust of gold,
Or lust of conquest, rule thee uncontrol'd!
Hero, or robber!--by whatever name
Thou plead thy impious claim to wealth or fame;
Whether inferior mischiefs be thy boast,
A petty tyrant rifling Gambia's coast:
Or bolder carnage track thy crimson way,
Kings disposses'd, and Provinces thy prey;
Panting to tame wide earth's remotest bound;
All Cortez murder'd, all Columbus found;
O'er plunder'd realms to reign, detested Lord,
Make millions wretched, and thyself abhorr'd;----
In Reason's eye, in Wisdom's fair account,
Your sum of glory boasts a like amount;
The means may differ, but the end's the same;
Conquest is pillage with a nobler name.
Who makes the sum of human blessings less,
Or sinks the stock of general happiness,
No solid fame shall grace, no true renown,
His life shall blazon, or his memory crown.
(ll. 211-30, pp. 107-8 in Wood)",2012-08-14 14:43:21 UTC,"""In Reason's eye, in Wisdom's fair account, / Your sum of glory boasts a like amount; / The means may differ, but the end's the same; / Conquest is pillage with a nobler name.""",2012-08-14 14:43:21 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,19916,5681
"And see, the cherub Mercy from above,
Descending softly, quits the sphere of love!
On feeling hearts she sheds celestial dew,
And breathes her spirit o'er th' enlighten'd few;
From soul to soul the spreading influence steals,
Till every breast the soft contagion feels.
She bears, exulting, to the burning shore
The loveliest office Angel ever bore;
To vindicate the pow'r in Heaven ador'd,
To still the clank of chains, and sheathe the sword;
To cheer the mourner, and with soothing hands
From bursting hearts unbind th' Oppressor's bands;
To raise the lustre of the Christian name,
And clear the foulest blot that dims its fame.
(ll. 263-176, p. 109 in Wood)",2012-08-14 14:49:06 UTC,"""On feeling hearts she [Mercy] sheds celestial dew, / And breathes her spirit o'er th' enlighten'd few; / From soul to soul the spreading influence steals, / Till every breast the soft contagion feels.""",2012-08-14 14:49:06 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,19917,5681