text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"So watch'd the Trojan host; but thoughts of flight,
Companions of chill fear, from heaven infused,
Possess'd the Greecians; every leader's heart
Bled, pierced with anguish insupportable.
As when two adverse winds blowing from Thrace,
Boreas and Zephyrus, the fishy Deep
Vex sudden, all around, the sable flood
High curl'd, flings forth the salt weed on the shore,
Such tempest rent the mind of every Greek.
",2009-09-14 19:43:18 UTC,The mind may be rent as when two adverse winds vex and blow the sable flood,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",
,HDIS,15309,5748
"He spake, and at his words grief like a cloud
Involved the mind of Hector dark around;
Right through the foremost combatants he rush'd
All clad in dazzling brass. Then, lifting high
His tassel'd ægis radiant, Jove with storms
Enveloped Ida; flash'd his lightnings, roar'd
His thunders, and the mountain shook throughout.
Troy's host he prosper'd, and the Greeks dispersed.
",2009-09-14 19:43:19 UTC,"""He spake, and at his words grief like a cloud / Involved the mind of Hector dark around""",2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•The mind is not metaphorized here, rather grief is.",HDIS,15311,5748
"Alas! my son, trouble for thy dear sake
Distracts me. Jove surely of all mankind
Thee hated most, though ever in thy heart
Devoutly given; for never mortal man
So many thighs of fatted victims burn'd,
And chosen hecatombs produced as thou
To Jove the Thunderer, him entreating still
That he would grant thee a serene old age,
And to instruct, thyself, thy glorious son.
Yet thus the God requites thee, cutting off
All hope of thy return:--oh ancient sir!
Him too, perchance, where'er he sits a guest
Beneath some foreign roof, the women taunt,
As all these shameless ones have taunted thee,
Fearing whose mockery thou forbidd'st their hands
This office, which Icarius' daughter wise
To me enjoins, and which I, glad, perform.
Yes, I will wash thy feet; both for her sake
And for thy own,--for sight of thee hath raised
A tempest in my mind . Hear now the cause!
Full many a guest forlorn we entertain,
But never any have I seen, whose size,
The fashion of whose foot, and pitch of voice,
Such likeness of Ulysses show'd, as thine. ",2009-09-14 19:43:20 UTC,The sight of someone may raise a tempest in the mind,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",
,HDIS,15321,5749
"Him answer'd then Penelope discrete.
Antinoüs! neither seemly were the deed
Nor just, to maim or harm whatever guest
Whom here arrived Telemachus receives.
Canst thou expect, that should he even prove
Stronger than ye, and bend the massy bow,
He will conduct me hence to his own home,
And make me his own bride? No such design
His heart conceives, or hope; nor let a dread
So vain the mind of any overcloud
Who banquets here, since it dishonours me.
",2009-09-14 19:43:21 UTC,Dread may overcloud the mind,2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•Again, the figuration is centered in an emotion and not the mind as such.",HDIS,15325,5749
"Some fickle creatures boast a soul
True as the needle to the pole;
Yet shifting, like the weather,
The needle's constancy forego
For any novelty, and show
Its variations rather.
",2009-11-30 16:01:39 UTC,"""Some fickle creatures boast a soul / True as the needle to the pole; / Yet shifting, like the weather, / The needle's constancy forego / For any novelty, and show / Its variations rather.""",2009-11-30 15:49:39 UTC,"",Magnetism,,"",INTEREST. A magnet and weather metaphors crossed.,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),17525,5974