work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5724,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Shorn of her beams and fetter'd by her thought,
The fallen nymph the caves of Sadness sought;
Pre-damn'd in sentiment, to Anguish given,
She hid her visage from offended Heaven:
The sisterhood of Peace, who once she led,
Mov'd as she mov'd, and, as she follow'd, fled!",2011-06-26,15264,"","""Shorn of her beams and fetter'd by her thought, / The fallen nymph the caves of Sadness sought.""",Fetters,2011-05-27 14:12:38 UTC,""
5767,"",Reading,2005-09-19 00:00:00 UTC,"""I have now vexed you enough, and will try to please you. Your resolution to obey your father I sincerely approve; but do not accustom yourself to enchain your volatility by vows; they will sometime leave a thorn in your mind, which you will, perhaps, never be able to extract or eject. Take this warning; it is of great importance.
(p. 327)",2011-05-26,15362,"","""Your resolution to obey your father I sincerely approve; but do not accustom yourself to enchain your volatility by vows; they will sometime leave a thorn in your mind, which you will, perhaps, never be able to extract or eject.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 19:03:41 UTC,"A.D. 1766, Aetat. 57"
6611,"",Reading,2009-12-02 18:13:11 UTC,"The imperfection of all modern governments must, without waiting to repeat the trite remark, that all human institutions are unavoidably imperfect, in a great measure have arisen from this simple circumstance, that the constitution, if such an heterogeneous mass deserve that name, was settled in the dark days of ignorance, when the minds of men were shackled by the grossest prejudices and most immoral superstition. And do you, Sir, a sagacious philosopher, recommend night as the fittest time to analyze a ray of light?
(p. 42)",2011-05-26,17533,"","""The imperfection of all modern governments must, without waiting to repeat the trite remark, that all human institutions are unavoidably imperfect, in a great measure have arisen from this simple circumstance, that the constitution, if such an heterogeneous mass deserve that name, was settled in the dark days of ignorance, when the minds of men were shackled by the grossest prejudices and most immoral superstition.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 21:07:05 UTC,""
5658,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chains"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-20 16:41:57 UTC,"Miss GEORGE.
See George in the sweet paths of Melody tread,
By dull, frigid Insensibility led:
Tho' careless to please, her meek essays delight,
For she charms the rude throng, e'en in Dullness' despite.--
Had her gentle strains join'd the Syrens' fell band,
Ulysses had row'd to their dangerous land;
His Prudence had fled, and, his Wisdom had slept,
And Juno had rav'd, and Minerva had wept:
Then his name had not shone in the immortal story,
And Ithaca's matron had sigh'd for his glory.
Its anodyne powers the sick'ning make cheery,
And tears off the chain from the mind of the weary;
By her soft, blissful sonnets, all bosoms inspiring,
Even Spleen grows diseas'd--and, Despair lies expiring.
As the lark chaunts at sun-rise his diurnal pray'r,
All her loud liquid notes charge the babbling air;
The sounds were not sweeter when Thebes' famous wall
Obey'd the soft magic of Harmony's call;
For spells may be said to exist in that tone,
Whose graces can conquer all hearts--but her own.
Cecilia thus warbled the heaven-fraught line,
For her song was ador'd ere the nymph was divine.",,18937,"","""Its anodyne powers [Miss George's singing] the sick'ning make cheery, / And tears off the chain from the mind of the weary.""",Fetters,2011-07-20 16:41:57 UTC,""
7024,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-20 17:21:30 UTC,"Can arbitrary influence e'er controul
The in-born bias of Man's soaring Soul?
Can Mammon's votaries vainly hope to bind,
In shining shackles, his immortal Mind?
Put on some tinkling bells, and tinsel chains,
And hope he'll trudge with joy, 'mid griefs and pains?
Hope, tho' degraded to Man's meanest shape,
'Mid scoff and ridicule he'll act the ape?
That prison'd Minds will cease to pine, and mope,
'Tis Fools' absurd philosophism to hope.
Not bulls from Popes, or warrants back'd by Kings,
The Martyr's burning piles, or Miscreants' strings,
Can faithful Souls by fear, or force, subdue,
Who know their crimes are cross'd, and Heav'n is true--
For tho' imperious Popes, or Kings, may kill,
No earthly pow'r can bind the free-born Will:
'Tis like the thwarting elements at strife,
Or adverse interests torturing Man and Wife--
'Tis oil with water join'd, or fire with phlegm,
What Dolt would ever dream of mixing them?
Sooner might foolish Coachman hope to force,
The kind esteem of beaten, batter'd, horse--
Or pert Postilion, mad with megrims, think,
By whips and wales to make the creature drink:
I may by dint of discipline, compel
The fear-struck animal to travel well,
But never can by any force, or fright,
Produce pure love, or prompt an appetite.",,18939,"","""Can Mammon's votaries vainly hope to bind, / In shining shackles, his immortal Mind?""",Fetters,2011-07-20 17:21:30 UTC,""
5733,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama); found again searching ""heart""",2011-07-27 19:55:43 UTC,"WILL.
Thou'rt a brave girl!--I admire thy love and courage, and will give thee as little cause as I can to repent 'em.
Henceforth no other pleasures can I know,
Than those of fond fidelity to you;
Your pow'r my captive heart in chains shall bind,
Sweet as the graces of your face and mind:--
Blest in my friends, and doubly blest in love,
My joy's complete indeed--if you approve.",,19030,"","""Your pow'r my captive heart in chains shall bind, / Sweet as the graces of your face and mind.""",Fetters,2011-07-29 16:14:27 UTC,"Act V, scene iv"
5721,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",2011-07-29 16:09:45 UTC,"DUSHMANTA
[aside]
What can I do in this retreat, since my darling has left it?
[musing and looking round]
Ah! my departure is happily delayed. Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of síura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart.
",,19053,"","""Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of síura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart.""",Fetters,2011-07-29 16:09:45 UTC,Act III
7162,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-11 20:59:32 UTC,"""Let the fair Syrens sly deceive
""The gaudy saunt'ring throng,
""Who, scorning merit, idly grieve
""Such fairy scenes among.
""Far nobler prize my heart constrains,
""Yielding to soft controul;
""Far other beauty binds in chains
""The magnet of my soul.
",,19440,"","""Far nobler prize my heart constrains, / Yielding to soft controul; / Far other beauty binds in chains / The magnet of my soul.""",Fetters,2012-01-11 20:59:50 UTC,""
7293,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2012-07-05 13:33:58 UTC," But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand--
But, lo, I am not at my own command:
Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains,
And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains.
O lovely lass! too pow'rful are thy charms,
And fascination dwells within thy arms.
The passions join the fierce invading host;
And I and virtue are o'erwhelm'd and lost--
Passions that in a martingale should move;
Wild horses loosen'd by the hands of Love.
I'm off--alas! unworthy to be seen--
The bard, and Virtue a poor captive queen!
O Lais, should our deeds to sins amount,
Just Heav'n will place them all to thy account.
(pp. 42-3)",,19861,"REVISIT: storm is a pun here? War, Weather?","""But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand-- / But, lo, I am not at my own command: / Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains, / And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains.""","",2012-07-05 13:33:58 UTC,""
7969,"",Reading,2014-07-14 21:55:10 UTC,"In every cry of every Man.
In every Infants cry of fear.
In every voice; in every ban.
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blacknng Church appalls.
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
",,24176,"","""In every cry of every Man / In every Infants cry of fear / In every voice; in every ban / The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.""",Fetters,2014-07-14 21:55:24 UTC,""