work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5791,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The merchant venturous in his search of gain,
Who ploughs the winter of the boist'rous main,
From various climes collects a various store,
And lands the treasure on his native shore.
Our merchant yet imports no golden prize,
What wretches covet, and what you despise!
A different store his richer freight imparts--
The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts;
The social sense, the feelings of mankind,
And the large treasure of a godlike mind!",,15447,"","""A different store his richer freight imparts-- / The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts; / The social sense, the feelings of mankind, / And the large treasure of a godlike mind!""",Coinage and Metal,2013-06-11 18:52:38 UTC,""
6000,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Bless'd be that Heart which felt a Father's care,
While warning Youth to shun Sin's fatal snare!
Bless'd be that Eye which dropp'd the friendly tear,
That sign'd each truth, and stamp'd the Soul sincere!
Bless'd be that Tongue whose broken pathos prov'd
How much was felt, and fear'd, and hop'd, and lov'd!
Thrice happy Youth! would they those truths attend,
That mark'd Thee Pastor--Parent--Guardian--Friend!
'Twas god-like Love that urg'd thy pious plan,
Those Angel-sentiments, and tears of Man!
Like Heav'n's wing'd fires thy warm affections flew,
And forc'd each eye to drop celestial dew,
While spreading kerchiefs caught the silent show'r,
And, like bright banners, prov'd thy conqu'ring pow'r--
All drooping heads, and streaming eyes, confess'd
The inward workings of each labouring breast;
Except a few fantastic Apes alone,
Whose heads were feather, and whose hearts were stone.",,15939,"",""" Bless'd be that Eye which dropp'd the friendly tear, / That sign'd each truth, and stamp'd the Soul sincere!""","",2009-09-14 19:45:08 UTC,""
6001,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""thought"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Innumerous beauties spread the space between,
Where every Art adorns the vivid scene;
All architectural cunning can supply,
To fence the frame, or fascinate the eye.
All Horticulture's compound pow'rs can yield,
Or Husbandry produce in fatten'd field;
Irriguous gardens, shades, and shrubberies bright,
For Leisure's lounge, or Luxury's delight.
Towns--hamlets--sumptuous domes, in prospect rise
And scarce a scrap of Earth neglected lies.
All fair and fertile by the plough, or spade--
With strengthening crops, or ornaments, array'd--
Where Usefulness and Beauty bless each part,
To cherish hope, and charm the eye and heart;
Except, O Epsom! thy uncultur'd wild,
By wisdom spurn'd--by Dissipation spoil'd!
In Nature's rugged garment rude, and waste!
By Toil unbroken, and unbless'd by Taste!
Where, Friends in semblance, Dupes and Swindlers, meet,
Caress each other, and each other cheat.
Vile mint of execrations, oaths, and lies,
That prove the Scoundrel, and provoke the Skies!
Mad chaos of Debauchery, Filth, and Fraud!
That none but Knaves approve, and Fools applaud.
Confusion--Uproar--Impudence--and Lust--
Bless'd Peace appal, and Decency disgust.
Where Justice staggers--Reason feels offence--
And Trick, and Trifling, banish Truth and Sense.
Where Folly all Reflection overturns--
Pure Conscience boggles--every Virtue burns--
All held, by Angels, or by Christians, dear,
Trod down by Phrenzy in her fierce career.
A Whirlpool swallowing up each awful thought
That Heav'n had stamp'd, or education taught.
Where Nature's noble Brute, caress'd before,
Is bath'd in floods of sweat, and streams of gore,
His strength and constitution soon destroy'd;
A sacrifice to Selfishness or Pride!
Erewhile so tender, so superbly, bred--
Like Peers' or Princes' offspring lodg'd and fed--
With separate Servant at his shrine to crouch;
To store his table--and to shake his couch--
Yet, after all, so nurtur'd, and so nurs'd,
Soon by Caprice and Persecution curs'd--
When, having long maintain'd exalted name,
And rais'd his Master's fortune, or his fame,
From battening board and kind Attention turn'd;
In rank degraded, and by Sportsmen spurn'd,
His short remains of life in misery spends,
And, friendless days, in ditch, or kennel, ends!",,15940,•I've included twice: Stamping and Whirlpool,"""A Whirlpool swallowing up each awful thought / That Heav'n had stamp'd, or education taught.""","",2009-09-14 19:45:08 UTC,""
6163,"",HDIS,2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"How then should matron Mind, with filial fear,
Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there!
To kill each procreant male, and thence expel
All, claiming cursed origin from Hell;
Or strength obtain to strangle, ere their birth,
Proud rebel progenies, allied to Earth;
Yet nurse, and nurture, all the sacred Seed,
While banishing the base Egyptian breed;
Training, or stifling, each ideal Child,
Nor, idly, let a savage Race run wild--
Like Hebrew midwives, with obstetric hand
Preserving every birth of Israel's band,
Not fearing any Pharaoh's wicked Will,
One offspring of that promis'd Seed to kill--
Or, Moses-like, when such opponents strive,
Destroy the Foe to save the Friend alive--
Make mocking Ishmael's from the house depart,
But cherish Isaac's both in head and heart.",,16253,"•INTEREST. REVISIT. On the engendering of ""ideal"" Children
•I've include thrice: Body and Population and Judge","""How then should matron Mind, with filial fear, / Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there""","",2009-09-14 19:46:11 UTC,""
6163,"",HDIS,2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",,16258,"","Imagination may see shapes that ""stir the poison in her heart of Spleen""","",2009-09-14 19:46:12 UTC,""
6163,"",HDIS,2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"He tried Conjecture's trackless region round,
To judge what phantasms Fancy might have found--
What Game the glances of her Hawks might trace,
Or Greyhounds view in visionary chace--
What shapes Imagination might have seen
To stir the poison in her heart of Spleen--
What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold
Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--
What magic jaundic'd Jealousy might use
To rouze her wrath, and his fair fame abuse,
Extorting word, or action, indiscreet,
To lay him prostrate at her trampling feet--
What secret schemes her Malice might invent
To twist his conduct, and destroy Content;
Or plots and plans her Hatred might create
To stab his fortune, or to fix his Fate.
How hypocritic Art, with stale pretence,
Might frame some figment to curtail expence--
Prompt some proud speech which might offence afford,
Deserving banishment from bed and board,
And yield some plausibility to boast
His base behaviour push'd him from his post.",,16259,"","""What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold / Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--""","",2010-03-24 00:02:42 UTC,""
6163,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"But, as his frame, and mental forces, grew,
Crispinus more than corporal cravings knew;
Cravings more keen--less subject to controul--
The sateless longings of a famish'd Soul!
Man's intellectual Appetite, in Youth,
Yearns more intense while banqueting on Truth.
The Glutton, fill'd, fond gust no longer feels,
But conquers all his cravings midst his meals;
For Mind, far more voracious, reads, and reads,
Still growing greedier whilst it fonder feeds.
The Drunkard, with indulgence, quickly cloy'd,
Soon sets his beverage, so belov'd, aside;
But Intellect, athirst, intenser thinks,
And finds the drought increasing whilst it drinks.
The Body, when from cold well-cover'd o'er,
Secure from present misery, seeks no more--
Ev'n fleshly Lust, its fuel promptly spent,
Requires a truce and feels, a time, content--
Fruition soon puts out its fiercest fires,
And quickly deadens all its keen desires--
But Spirit's pure pursuits are never null,
Tho' Haram's furnish'd, and tho' Wardrobe's full--
Tho' cellar--larder--table's, well supplied
The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied--
Still, like the Miser, mid profusion pines,
Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!",,16265,"","""The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied ... like the Miser, mid profusion pines, / Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!""","",2009-09-14 19:46:13 UTC,""
6163,"","Searching ""wax"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Begone, ye Profligates! ye proud! ye vain!
With all the sordid, silly, trifling, Train!
No rythmic Numbers, here, I tune for You;
I chaunt, alone, to charm the favour'd Few,
Whose warm, and feeling, bosoms, bask, or freeze,
In Joy's bright sunshine, or bleak Sorrow's breeze!
Hearts, whose best energies, elastic, bound
To seek the cell where Want and Woe are found!
Whose waxen Hearts with warm emotion melt,
While Bounty blesses where Affection feels!
Fix'd in the focal gleams of that great Light,
That rules all realms of Nature, day and night!
Nor only governs mere material parts,
But thro' all Intellect full influence darts!
Not flickering flames, like Passion, Lust, and Pride,
Which twist Simplicity, and Truth, aside;
Impressing spurious hopes, with fickle fire;
Which Pilgrims tempt to snares, then, soon expire!
Not Ostentation's self-absorbing rays,
Where light-wing'd Moths whirl round each worshipt blaze--
Not glow-worm Vanity's poor, glimmering, spark,
That lights its lamp to show the World it's dark--
Nor hypocritic glare, like phosphor, glows,
Stinks, quick, or dead, but no bless'd heat bestows--
But those bright beams, descending from above,
That light up all things with the warmth of Love!
That constant Sunshine which irradiates Thee,
Thou sky-born Beauty, fair Philanthropy!
[...]",,16268,"","""Whose waxen Hearts with warm emotion melt""","",2012-07-03 16:50:13 UTC,""
6163,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"But Man, thro' colour'd lenses, need not try
To scan the Volumes of the Earth and Sky,
Or catch uncertain truth, or dubious hint,
From Sibyl phrase, or frail, imperfect, print;
While, smarting much, and oft, from Tutor's stripe,
Few Scholars understand a single type--
Much less can learn, in this World's carnal schools,
Their sovereign Master's more mysterious rules!
No classic teaching those pure Truths imparts,
That Scripture stamps on humblest Christians' hearts!
'Tis wisest, far, by Heav'n's clear light, to look
O'er the bright pages of God's gracious Book;
By which each eye of heav'n-illumin'd Minds,
Some useful science, in each sentence, finds.
Whence Nature's wonderous objects all arose--
Whence Man's foul, wicked, fall, with all his woes--
Where cloudy Ignorance may most clearly read,
Whence grew each graceless wish, foul word, and deed:
All that concerns the Souls of all the Race,
Consulting God, in Council, face to face.
May see Him in His Son's bright image, there,
Devoid of doubt, surmise, or slavish fear!
Behold Him wise--benevolent--and just--
For ever faithful to His promis'd trust!
Prompt, boundless Gifts, and Graces, to bestow,
To fit bless'd Souls for Heav'n, while here below!
Conferring Faith's--Hope's--Love's--full evidence,
Past Reason's reach, and Learning's proud pretence!
Fresh strength still offer'd to support the Soul,
'Gainst Prejudice--Lust--Passions'--strong controul;
Presenting motives--views--and objects, new,
All Pride to conquer, and each Lust subdue--
And, every heart, with tenderness, to win,
Forgives iniquity--transgression--sin!
With pure affection pardoning every flaw,
In debts of duty, and in rules of Law--
Where Justice joins with Mercy, hand in hand,
Like wedded Pairs' indissoluble band.
Not urging force, or fear; but chearful choice,
To wed with Virtue, while divorcing Vice!
With promise, full, of permanent reward,
For each true instance of the heart's regard!
The Mind's meek wishes, unpossest of pow'r,
Esteem'd much more than Pride's imperial dow'r.
Ev'n Widow's freewill mites are valued far more
Than grasps of gold from Ostentation's store;
The Kid, Lamb, Turtle-Dove, or Pigeon's prized
While Birds of Prey, foul Dog, and Swine's despis'd!
He gives the Whole--yet wooes one simple part,
One small return--an undivided Heart!
The Parent, He--the all-sufficient Friend,
Of all that on His Word, and Will, depend;
Whose Nature purest designations prove,
Sublime, and abstract; Truth--and Light--and Love!
Enfolding, in a Father's bless'd embrace,
Each Child that chooses His forgiving Grace;
Yet, with stern sentence, like a Judge severe,
Declares He never can the guilty clear!",,16269,"","""No classic teaching those pure Truths imparts, / That Scripture stamps on humblest Christians' hearts!""","",2009-09-14 19:46:14 UTC,""
7238,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 18:47:54 UTC,"What can such treasonable crimes atone,
Usurping, thus, their heavenly Sovereign's throne?
'Tis sacrilege; and Heav'n resents the wrongs,
When Creatures challenge what to Christ belongs!
'Tis Image-worship when a Mortal's shewn
The honours that pertain to God alone!
And are not such offences ever found,
In graceless Grandeur's fashionable round?
For is not all its glitter--all its gold--
Form'd into Images with Fancy's mould?
And tho' the Idol be a Knave or Fool,
When finish'd nice with Fashion's graving tool,
The reverence paid looks more or less divine,
In due proportion to the shew and shine.
All's calculated by the glow, and glare--
Frail, short-liv'd things their full affection share--
While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags,
Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags--
Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl,
To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul--
Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art,
That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart,
Thus to impair her strength, and spoil her wings,
No more to mount o'er temporary things,
But, drunk with spurious Pleasure--cag'd in State--
Forego true Freedom, and forget her Fate!",,19736,"","""While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags, / Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags-- / Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl, / To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul-- / Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art, / That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart, / Thus to impair her strength, and spoil her wings, / No more to mount o'er temporary things, / But, drunk with spurious Pleasure--cag'd in State-- / Forego true Freedom, and forget her Fate!""",Beasts,2012-04-29 18:47:54 UTC,""