work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5820,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"MISS WOOBURN.
By no means, my Lord. Tears from our sex are not always the result of grief; they are frequently no more than little sympathetic tributes which we pay to our fellow-beings, while the mind and the heart are steeled against the weakness which our eyes indicate.",,15534,"","""Tears from our sex are not always the result of grief; they are frequently no more than little sympathetic tributes which we pay to our fellow-beings, while the mind and the heart are steeled against the weakness which our eyes indicate""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:55 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5820,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"LORD NORLAND.
Can you say, your mind and heart are so steeled?",,15535,"","""Can you say, your mind and heart are so steeled?""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:55 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5820,"","Searching ""thought"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,LADY ELEANOR
holding him.
Where would you go? 'Tis evening--'tis dark --Whither would you go at this time?
IRWIN.
distractedly.
I must consider what's to be done--and in this room my thoughts are too confined to reflect.
LADY ELEANOR.
And are London streets calculated for reflection?
IRWIN.
No;--for action. To hurry the faint thought to resolution.,,15536,"•Not exactly a metaphor of mind... That is, the mind is not a room here, rather the room impinges on the mind.","""I must consider what's to be done--and in this room my thoughts are too confined to reflect.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:43:55 UTC,"Act I, scene iii"
5854,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet, for I feel my female fears increase,
Tho' arm'd for war, yet still I wish for peace:
We own your pow'r, confess your wond'rous sway,
Whom all our great dramatic realms obey:
No merit we can claim, till you befriend it,
Wit is not wit, unless your taste commend it:
From th' Author's anvil a mere sluggish mass;
Your plaudits stamp the coin, and bid it pass.
By your mild sentence then decide our fate:
Far better to be good than to be great!
Like Britain's Monarch, act your generous parts,
And fix your empire, in our greatful hearts.",,15586,"","""Like Britain's Monarch"" an audience may ""act [their] generous parts, /And fix [their] empire, in [actors] greatful hearts.","",2009-09-14 19:44:02 UTC,Back Matter
6052,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""conque"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"'Enough--the pow'r I now bestow enjoy,
'In Virtue's cause the forceful harp employ:
'Go forth, ye glorious conquerors of the mind,
'Atchieve the hallow'd task to you assign'd:
'Applaud the valiant, and the base controul,
'Disturb, exalt, enchant the human soul.'
",,16041,""," ""Go forth, ye glorious conquerors of the mind""","",2009-09-14 19:45:30 UTC,""
6052,"","Searching ""engrav"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"'Now on the bosom of the list'ning Youth
'Impress, engrave the sacred form of Truth;
'Bid them, as varying life unfolds to view,
'Be still thro' all her scenes to honor true;
'True to the man on Friendship's list enroll'd,
'Th' entrusted secret of his soul untold.
'Woe to that Chief, and blasted be his fame,
'Whose mean soul chills Affection's holy flame;
'Forgetting that he once, with zeal impress'd,
'Drank the pure drops that flow'd from Friendship's breast.
",,16051,"","""'Now on the bosom of the list'ning Youth / 'Impress, engrave the sacred form of Truth""","",2009-09-14 19:45:32 UTC,""
6064,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"When Churchill enter'd on the critic war,
With thunder clothing his loud-crushing car;
Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart,
And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart;
With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd;
And, on his burnish'd armour, Genius beam'd:
Meanwhile, th' illumin'd spirit, from her throne
Beheld his course, and ""mark'd him for her own.""",,16062,"","""Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart, / And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart; / With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd.""",Metal,2013-10-12 03:43:24 UTC,""
6147,Blank Slate,"Searching ""mind"" and ""blank"" in HDIS (poetry)",2005-03-02 00:00:00 UTC,"A subject now arrests the wand'ring lay,
A theme congenial to my closing day:
Say, in the future world, to friendship true,
Shall friends with friends the social pact renew?
Search the deep record of the Sibyl's leaves,
There no instruction the blank mind receives
Bid Science spread her riches to the eye,
Consult her volume--it makes no reply!
Not all the wisdom of the wisest sage
Can break the slumber of the silent page:
In this distress, the soul, entranc'd in fright,
Looks all around, and all around is night.
At length with smiling lip, and cheering eye,
Gay Hope, the Hebe of the Christian sky,
Appears--she mitigates the circling gloom;
And o'er the cheek of Darkness throws a bloom.
Hark! now the Cherub rears her voice divine:
'To soothe the gath'ring cares of man be mine;
'Be mine to raise, endu'd with sacred power,
'The human blossom bending from the shower:
'To those now weeping o'er a kindred urn
'This bland consoling answer I return:",,16204,•REVISIT. How is the blank slate metaphor operating here?,"In the ""deep record of the Sibyl's leaves, / There no instruction the blank mind receives.""","",2009-09-14 19:46:02 UTC,""
6147,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Let none imagine Grace, that sainted fair,
Descends from Heav'n to lull the sons of care:
Though Grace sits brooding o'er th' obedient soil,
Assiduous duty still demands our toil:
Nor must the cultivator e'er refuse
To watch the flow'rs enrich'd with heav'nly dews,
And with those flow'rs, by gales celestial fann'd,
Form his own garland with a trembling hand.
Though age, the night of life, around me glooms,
The soul, a cheering lamp, the scene illumes,
Fed with the splendour of ethereal rays,
And bright'ning still, as still the frame decays:
Tremendous Death! is this thy conq'ring hour?
This thy full effort of tyrannic pow'r?
The frail, the mould'ring casket is thy prey,
The jewel glitters in immortal day.",,16208,"","""The soul, a cheering lamp, the scene illumes, / Fed with the splendour of ethereal rays, / And bright'ning still, as still the frame decays""","",2009-09-14 19:46:02 UTC,""
5854,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",2011-07-29 16:00:01 UTC,"The SONG, by
Miss Plinlimmon.
I.
Oh young affection's glowing train
By mutual fond endearment won!
At Hymen's altar claim the chain
That twines two willing hearts in one!
II.
Have ye not seen in Flora's bower,
Two roses on one stem respire?
So form'd by passion's blending power,
Two hearts are thron'd on one desire.
(III.iii)",,19052,"","""At Hymen's altar claim the chain / That twines two willing hearts in one!""",Fetters,2011-07-29 16:06:23 UTC,"Act III, scene iii"