work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5780,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"The sons of Europe found a guileless race,
No fraud was veiled beneath the smiling face;
Their manners, mild, benevolent, and kind,
Pourtrayed the cloudless sunshine of the mind:
Bless'd in their Prince's patriarchal reign,
Whose power relieved, but ne'er inflicted pain,
Their placid lives no fancy'd evils knew;
Their joys were many, and their wants were few.
One custom with their virtues ill agreed,
Which made Humanity with anguish bleed;
Compelled at Superstition's shrine to bow,
The hapless victims of a cruel vow!
Their sweetest maids were often doomed to prove,
No joy in friendship, nor no bliss in love!
Yet love and nature cannot be supprest,
The sigh will heave, and palpitate the breast;
For spite of vows, which Heaven's wise laws disown,
Love sits triumphant on the heart--his throne!
And breaks those fetters bigots would impose,
To aggravate the sense of human woes!",2011-06-26,15425,"","""Love sits triumphant on the heart--his throne! / And breaks those fetters bigots would impose, / To aggravate the sense of human woes!""",Fetters,2011-05-27 14:14:23 UTC,Front Matter
5826,"",Reading,2005-05-09 00:00:00 UTC,"""But if I cannot, in the brief expostulation my present situation will allow, produce this desirable change in you, there is at least one thing I can do. I can put you upon your guard against a mischief I foresee to be imminent. Beware of Mr. Tyrrel. Do not commit the mistake of despising him as an unequal opponent. Petty causes may produce great mischiefs. Mr. Tyrrel is boisterous, rugged, and unfeeling; and you are too passionate, too acutely sensible of injury. It would be truly to be lamented, if a man so inferior, so utterly unworthy to be compared with you should be capable of changing your whole history into misery and guilt. I have a painful presentiment upon my heart, as if something dreadful would reach you from that quarter. Think of this. I exact no promise from you. I would not shackle you with fetters of suspicion; I would have you governed by justice and reason.""
(pp. 94)",2011-06-27,15566,Clare to Falkland,"""I would not shackle you with fetters of suspicion; I would have you governed by justice and reason.""",Fetters,2011-05-27 14:17:27 UTC,""
7080,"",Reading,2011-09-02 19:29:43 UTC,"On Eloquence, prevailing art!
Whose force can chain the list'ning heart;
The throb of Sympathy inspire,
And kindle every great desire;
With magic energy controul
And reign the sov'reign of the soul!
That dreams while all its passions swell,
It shares the power it feels so well;
As visual objects seem possest
Of those clear hues by light imprest;
Oh, skill'd in every grace to charm,
To soften, to appal, to warm;
Fill with thy noblest rage the breast,
Bid on those lips thy spirit rest,
That shall, in BRITAIN's Senate, trace
The wrongs of AFRIC's Captive Race!--
But Fancy o'er the tale of woe
In vain one heighten'd tint would throw;
For ah, the Truth, is all we guess
Of anguish in its last excess:
Fancy may dress in deeper shade
The storm that hangs along the glade,
Spreads o'er the ruffled stream its wing,
And chills awhile the flowers of Spring:
But, where the wintry tempests sweep
In madness, o'er the darken'd deep;
Where the wild surge, the raging wave,
Point to the hopeless wretch a grave;
And Death surrounds the threat'ning shore--
Can Fancy add one horror more?
(pp. 21-3, ll. 321-350)",,19131,"","""On Eloquence, prevailing art! / Whose force can chain the list'ning heart; / The throb of Sympathy inspire, / And kindle every great desire; / With magic energy controul / And reign the sov'reign of the soul!""","",2011-09-02 19:29:43 UTC,""
6095,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-06 20:56:50 UTC,"Yet, haply, custom, searing up thy mind,
Ne'er hast thou felt the charm of being kind.
Kindness can woo the Lion from his den,
A moral teaching to the sons of men;
His mighty heart in silken bonds can draw,
And bend his nature to sweet Pity's law.
Kindness can lure the Eagle from her nest,
Midst sunbeams plac'd, content with man to rest:
Can make the Elephant, whose bulk supplies
The warrior tower, compassionate, as wise:
Make the fell Tigress, from her chain unbound,
Herself unfed, her craving offspring round,--
Forget the force of hunger and of blood,
Meekly receive from man her long-wish'd food;
Take, too, the chastisement, and if 'tis just,
Submissive take it, crouching to the dust.
Kindness can habit, nay, can nature change,
Of all that swim the deep or forest range.
And for the mild, domestic train, who come--
The Dog--the Steed--with thee to find a home;
Gladly they serve thee, serve thee better too,
When only happy beings meet the view:
Ah! then let gentler accents, gentler looks supply
The thunders of thy voice, and lightnings of thine eye.",,19391,"","""Kindness can woo the Lion from his den, / A moral teaching to the sons of men; / His mighty heart in silken bonds can draw, / And bend his nature to sweet Pity's law.""",Fetters,2012-01-06 20:56:50 UTC,""
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 20:34:51 UTC,"He had been the slave of beauty, the captive of sense; love he ne'er had felt; the mind never rivetted the chain, nor had the purity of it made the body appear lovely in his eyes. He was humane, despised meanness; but was vain of his abilities, and by no means a useful member of society. He talked often of the beauty of virtue; but not having any solid foundation to build the practice on, he was only a shining, or rather a sparkling character: and though his fortune enabled him to hunt down pleasure, he was discontented.
(pp. 149-150)",,20061,"","""He had been the slave of beauty, the captive of sense; love he ne'er had felt; the mind never rivetted the chain, nor had the purity of it made the body appear lovely in his eyes.""",Fetters,2013-03-23 20:34:51 UTC,Chapter XXIV