work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4320,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast,
He moves as light as fleeting Wind,
His former Sorrows seem a Jest,
Now when his Jeanie is turn'd kind:
Riches he looks on with Disdain,
The glorious Fields of War look mean,
The chearful Hound and Horn give Pain,
If absent from his bonny Jean.",,11259,"","""A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast.""",Inhabitants,2012-01-06 21:07:23 UTC,Scot Songs
4435,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"S. Will.
Troth, Symon, Bauldy's more afraid than hurt,
The Witch and Ghaist have made themselves good Sport.
What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind,
That is thro' want of Education blind!",,11684,"•I've included thrice: Crowd, Cloud, Blindness","""What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind, / That is thro' want of Education blind!""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:36:09 UTC,""
6323,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""fancy""",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Monimia still! here once again!
O fatal name! O dubious strain!
Say, heaven-born virtue, power divine,
Are all these various movements thine?
Was it thy triumphs, sole inspired
My soul, to holy transports fired?
Or say, do springs less sacred move?
Ah! much, I fear, 'tis human love.
Alas! the noble strife is o'er,
The blissful visions charm no more;
Far off the glorious rapture flown,
Monimia rages here alone.
In vain, love's fugitive, I try
From the commanding power to fly;
Though grace was dawning on my soul,
Possessed by heaven sincere and whole,
Yet still in fancy's painted cells
The soul-inflaming image dwells.
Why didst thou, cruel love, again
Thus drag me back to earth and pain?
Well hoped I, love, thou would'st retire
Before the blest Jessean lyre.
Devotion's harp would charm to rest
The evil spirit in my breast;
But the deaf adder fell disdains,
Unlist'ning to the chanter's strains.",,16722,•I've included twice: Cell and Dwelling,"""Yet still in fancy's painted cells / The soul-inflaming image dwells.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:47:47 UTC,""
6327,"","Searching ""idea"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""brain""",2006-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"[...]
What grand ideas crowd my brain!
What images! a lofty train
In beauteous order spring:
As the keen store of feathered fates
Within the braided quiver waits,
Impatient for the wing:
See, see, they mount! The sacred few
Endued with piercing flight,
Alone through darling fields pursue
The ærial regions bright.
This nature gives, her chiefest boast;
But when the bright ideas fly,
Far soaring from the vulgar eye,
To vulgar eyes are lost.
Where nature sows her genial seeds,
A liberal harvest straight succeeds,
Fair in the human soil;
While art, with hard laborious pains,
Creeps on unseen, nor much attains,
By slow progressive toil.
Resembling this, the feeble crow,
Amid the vulgar winged crowd,
Hides in the darkening copse below,
Vain, strutting, garrulous, and loud:
While genius mounts the ethereal height,
As the imperial bird of Jove
On sounding pinions soars above,
And dares the majesty of light.
Then fit an arrow to the tuneful string,
O thou, my genius! warm with sacred flame;
Fly swift, ethereal shaft! and wing
The godlike Theron unto fame.
I solemn swear, and holy truth attest,
That sole inspires the tuneful breast,
That, never since the immortal sun
His radiant journey first begun,
To none the gods did e'er impart
A more exalted mind, or wide-diffusive heart.
Fly, Envy, hence, that durst invade
Such glories, with injurious shade;
Still, with superior lustre bright,
His virtues shine, in number more
Than are the radiant fires of night,
Or sands that spread along the sea-surrounding shore.",,16728,•I've included twice: Crowd and Train,"""What grand ideas crowd my brain! / What images! a lofty train / In beauteous order spring""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:47:49 UTC,Pindar's Olympia
6982,"",Reading,2011-06-25 03:59:08 UTC,"""Even Nature pines by vilest chains oppress'd;
""Th'astonish'd kingdoms crouch to Fashion's nod.
""O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast,
""Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode?
""O yet once more shall Peace from Heaven return,
""And young Simplicity with mortals dwell!
""Nor Innocence th'august pavilion scorn,
""Nor meek Contentment fly the humble cell!
(p. 22)",,18818,"","""O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast, / Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode?""",Inhabitants,2011-06-25 03:59:08 UTC,""
7173,"","Searching ""dance"" and ""idea"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-19 18:06:57 UTC,"Thus I (no longer to illustrate
With Similies, lest I should frustrate
Design Laconick of a Letter,
With Heap of Language and no Matter,)
Bang'd up my blyth auld-fashion'd Whistle,
To sowf ye o'er a short Epistle,
Without Rule, Compasses, or Charcoal,
Or serious Study in a dark Hole.
Three Times I ga'e the Muse a Rug,
Then bate my Nails and claw'd my Lug;
Still heavy, at the last my Nose
I prim'd with an inspiring Dose,
Then did the Ideas dance, (dear safe us!)
As they'd been daft.--Here ends the Preface.",,19464,"","""Still heavy, at the last my Nose / I prim'd with an inspiring Dose, / Then did the Ideas dance, (dear safe us!) / As they'd been daft.""",Inhabitants,2012-01-19 18:07:33 UTC,""
7492,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 16:39:45 UTC,"NORVAL.
Nay, my good Lord, tho' I revere you much,
My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment.
I blush to speak; I will not, cannot speak
Th'opprobrious words that I from him have borne.
To the liege lord of my dear native land
I owe a subject's homage; but even him
And his high arbitration I'd reject.
Within my bosom reigns another lord;
Honour, sole judge and umpire of itself.
If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph ,
Revoke your favours, and let Norval go
Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonour'd.
(Act IV, p. 59)",,21284,"","""Within my bosom reigns another lord; / Honour, sole judge and umpire of itself.""",Court,2013-06-28 16:39:45 UTC,Act IV
7498,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 16:47:33 UTC,"The proper office of JUDGMENT in composition, is to compare the ideas which imagination collects; to observe their agreement or disagreement, their relations and resemblances; to point out such as are of a homogeneous nature; to mark and reject such as are discordant; and finally, to determine the truth and utility of the inventions or discoveries which are produced by the power of imagination. This faculty is, in all its operations, cool, attentive, and considerate. It canvasses the design, ponders the sentiments, examines their propriety and connection, and reviews the whole composition with severe impartiality. Thus it appears to be in every respect a proper counterbalance to the RAMBLING and VOLATILE power of IMAGINATION. The one, perpetually attempting to soar, is apt to deviate into the mazes of error; while the other arrests the wanderer in its vagrant course, and compels it to follow the path of nature and of truth.
(pp. 8-10)",,21355,"","""Thus it appears to be in every respect a proper counterbalance to the RAMBLING and VOLATILE power of IMAGINATION. The one, perpetually attempting to soar, is apt to deviate into the mazes of error; while the other arrests the wanderer in its vagrant course, and compels it to follow the path of nature and of truth.""",Inhabitants,2013-07-01 16:47:33 UTC,""
7498,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 18:34:46 UTC,"We may add, that another effect of learning is, to ENCUMBER and OVERLOAD the mind of an original Poetic Genius. Indeed it has this effect upon the mind of every man who has not properly arranged its scattered materials, and who by thought and reflection has not ""digested into sense the motley meal."" But however properly arranged those materials may be, and however thoroughly digested this intellectual food, an original Genius will sometimes find an inconveniency resulting from it; for as no man can attend to and comprehend many different things at once, his mental faculties will in some cases be necessarily oppressed and overcharged with the immensity of his own conceptions, when weighed down by the additional load of learning. The truth is, a Poet of original Genius has very little occasion for the weak aid of Literature: he is self-taught. He comes into the world as it were completely accomplished. Nature supplies the materials of his compositions; his senses are the under-workmen, while Imagination, like a masterly Architect, superintends and directs the whole. Or, to speak more properly, Imagination both supplies the materials, and executes the work, since it calls into being ""things that are not,"" and creates and peoples worlds of its own. It may be easily conceived therefore, that an original Poetic Genius, possessing such innate treasure (if we may be allowed an unphilosophical expression) has no use for that which is derived from books, since he may be encumbered, but cannot be inriched by it; for though the chief merit of ordinary Writers may consist in arranging and presenting us with the thoughts of others, that of an original Writer will always consist in presenting us with such thoughts as are his own.
(pp. 281-2)",,21395,"","""Nature supplies the materials of his compositions; his senses are the under-workmen, while Imagination, like a masterly Architect, superintends and directs the whole. Or, to speak more properly, Imagination both supplies the materials, and executes the work, since it calls into being 'things that are not,' and creates and peoples worlds of its own.""",Inhabitants,2013-07-01 18:34:46 UTC,""
7698,"",Reading,2013-10-03 02:23:46 UTC,"Sure! 'tis a serious Thing to Die! My Soul!
What a strange Moment must it be, when near
Thy Journey's End, thou hast the Gulf in View!
That awful Gulf, no Mortal e'er repass'd
To tell what's doing on the other Side!
Nature runs back, and shudders at the Sight,
And every Life-string bleeds at Thoughts of parting!
For part they must: Body and Soul must part;
Fond Couple! link'd more close than wedded Pair.
This wings its Way to its Almighty Source,
The Witness of its Actions, now its Judge:
That drops into the dark and noisome Grave,
Like a disabled Pitcher of no Use.
(p. 24, ll. 369-381)",,22913,"","""For part they must: Body and Soul must part; / Fond Couple! link'd more close than wedded Pair.""",Inhabitants,2013-10-03 02:23:46 UTC,""