work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5749,"","Found again searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Thou dost asperse me rudely, and excuse
Of ignorance hast none, far better taught;
What words were these? How could'st thou thus reply?
Now hear me, Earth, and the wide Heaven above!
Hear, too, ye waters of the Stygian stream
Under the earth, (by which the blessed Gods
Swear trembling, and revere the aweful oath!)
That future mischief I intend thee none.
No, my designs concerning thee are such
As, in an exigence resembling thine,
Myself, most sure, should for myself conceive.
I have a mind more equal, not of steel
My heart is form'd, but much to pity inclined. ",,15315,"","""I have a mind more equal, not of steel / My heart is form'd, but much to pity inclined.""",Metal,2013-11-11 05:55:15 UTC,""
5749,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"Him answer'd Euryclea then, discrete.
My son! oh how could so severe a word
Escape thy lips? my fortitude of mind
Thou know'st, and even now shalt prove me firm
As iron, secret as the stubborn rock.
But hear and mark me well. Should'st thou prevail,
Assisted by a Power divine, to slay
The haughty suitors, I will then, myself,
Give thee to know of all the female train
Who have dishonour'd thee, and who respec ",,15322,•There are two similes here. See also following.,"""My son! oh how could so severe a word / Escape thy lips? my fortitude of mind /
Thou know'st, and even now shalt prove me firm / As iron, secret as the stubborn rock.""",Metal,2013-11-11 05:49:30 UTC,""
5748,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Then wept the Queen aloud, and thus replied.
Ah! whither is thy wisdom fled, for which
Both strangers once, and Trojans honour'd thee?
How canst thou wish to penetrate alone
The Greecian fleet, and to appear before
His face, by whom so many valiant sons
Of thine have fallen? Thou hast an iron heart!
For should that savage man and faithless once
Seize and discover thee, no pity expect
Or reverence at his hands. Come--let us weep
Together, here sequester'd; for the thread
Spun for him by his destiny severe
When he was born, ordain'd our son remote
From us his parents to be food for hounds
In that Chief's tent. Oh! clinging to his side,
How I could tear him with my teeth! His deeds,
Disgraceful to my son, then should not want
Retaliation; for he slew not him
Skulking, but standing boldly for the wives,
The daughters fair, and citizens of Troy,
Guiltless of flight[1], and of the wish to fly.",,15343,•C-H takes from Works (1835-7),"""Thou hast an iron heart! / For should that savage man and faithless once / Seize and discover thee, no pity expect / Or reverence at his hands""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:23 UTC,""
5748,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Wretched indeed! ah what must thou have felt!
How hast thou dared to seek alone the fleet
Of the Achaians, and his face by whom
So many of thy valiant sons have fallen?
Thou hast an heart of iron, terrour-proof.
Come--sit beside me--Let us, if we may,
Great mourners both, bid sorrow sleep awhile.
There is no profit of our sighs and tears;
For thus, exempt from care themselves, the Gods
Ordain man's miserable race to mourn.
Fast by the threshold of Jove's courts are placed
Two casks, one stored with evil, one with good,
From which the God dispenses as he wills.
For whom the glorious Thunderer mingles both,
He leads a life checquer'd with good and ill
Alternate; but to whom he gives unmixt
The bitter cup, he makes that man a curse,
His name becomes a by-word of reproach,
His strength is hunger-bitten, and he walks
The blessed earth, unblest, go where he may.
So was my father Peleus at his birth
Nobly endow'd with plenty and with wealth
Distinguish'd by the Gods past all mankind,
Lord of the Myrmidons, and, though a man,
Yet match'd from heaven with an immortal bride.
But even him the Gods afflict, a son
Refusing him, who might possess his throne
Hereafter; for myself, his only heir,
Pass as a dream, and while I live, instead
Of solacing his age, here sit, before
Your distant walls, the scourge of thee and thine.
Thee also, ancient Priam, we have heard
Reported, once possessor of such wealth
As neither Lesbos, seat of Macar, owns,
Nor Eastern Phrygia, nor yet all the ports
Of Hellespont, but thou didst pass them all
In riches, and in number of thy sons.
But since the Powers of Heaven brought on thy land
This fatal war, battle and deeds of death
Always surround the city where thou reign'st.
Cease, therefore, from unprofitable tears,
Which, ere they raise thy son to life again,
Shall, doubtless, find fresh cause for which to flow.",,15344,•C-H takes from Works (1835-7),"""Thou hast an heart of iron, terrour-proof.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:23 UTC,""
5749,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Then thus, discrete, Telemachus replied.
Atrides! Menelaus! prince renown'd!
Hard was his lot, whom these rare qualities
Preserved not, neither had his dauntless heart
Been iron, had he 'scaped his cruel doom.
But haste, dismiss us hence, that on our beds
Reposed, we may enjoy sleep, needful now.",,15345,•C-H takes from Works (1835-7),"""Hard was his lot, whom these rare qualities / Preserved not, neither had his dauntless heart / Been iron, had he 'scaped his cruel doom.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:24 UTC,""
5748,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Fear not, ye valiant men of Troy! fear not
The son of Peleus. In a war of words
I could, myself, cope even with the Gods;
But not with spears; there they excel us all.
Nor shall Achilles full performance give
To all his vaunts, but, if he some fulfil,
Shall others leave mutilate in the midst.
I will encounter him, though his hands be fire,
Though fire his hands, and his heart hammer'd steel.",,15346,•C-H takes from Works (1835-7),"""I will encounter him, though his hands be fire, / Though fire his hands, and his heart hammer'd steel.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:24 UTC,""
5748,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Then, dying, warlike Hector thus replied.
Full well I knew before, how suit of mine
Should speed preferr'd to thee. Thy heart is steel.
But oh, while yet thou livest, think, lest the Gods
Requite thee on that day, when pierced thyself
By Paris and Apollo, thou shalt fall,
Brave as thou art, before the Scæan gate.
",,15347,•C-H takes from Works (1835-7),"""Thy heart is steel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:24 UTC,""
5783,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"MOOR.
Men!--Men! false! treacherous crocodiles! Your eyes are water! your hearts are iron! kisses on your lips! and poniards in your bosom! The lion and the panther feed their whelps--the raven strips the carrion to bring to her young; and he-- he!--Whatever malice can devise I have learnt to bear--I could smile when my enemy drinks of my heart's blood.--But when a father's love becomes a fury's hate--O then, let fire rage here where once was humanity!--the tender-hearted lamb become a tyger--and every fibre of this tortured frame be rack'd--to ruin and despair!",,15450,•Cross-reference: multiple translations of Schiller in HDIS,"""Men!--Men! false! treacherous crocodiles! Your eyes are water! your hearts are iron!""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:41 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
5783,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"MOOR.
I fainted at the news.--They must have thought me dead--for when I came to myself, I was on a bier, and shrouded as a corpse.--I beat upon the lid of the coffin--it was opened--'twas in the dead of night--my son Francis stood before me.-- ""What,"" said he, with a voice of horror, ""Must you then live for ever?"" And with these words, he shut the coffin. The thunder of that voice bereaved me of my senses.--When I again recovered them, I found the bier in motion.--After some time it stopped.--The coffin was again opened, and at the entry of this dungeon I found my son Francis, with that man who had brought me the bloody sword of my son Charles.--I fell at Francis' feet, embraced his knees--and wept, conjured him, supplicated.--The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- ""Throw down that carcase,"" said he, with a voice of thunder, ""he has lived too long.""-- They threw me down into that dungeon, and my son Francis locked the iron door upon me.",,15451,•Cross-reference: multiple translations of Schiller in HDIS,"""The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- """,Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:41 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv"
5857,"","Searching ""stamp"" and mind"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"LOUISA
Pardon me madam, if I presume to differ from you--The houses and palaces of the great are but too often the asylums of the most unbounded luxury and extravaganc. --Who would give the poor Louisa credit for launching all at once into the perilous contagion, trembling at the same time at the fatal infection?--Or, who would suppose, that Lady Milford, the envied and distinguished Lady Milford, so highly renowned for affluence, splendour, and for every thing, which can possibly contribute in appearance to the purest felicity, should with all these attainments be in reality destitute of that solid happiness, which falls to the lot but of the ""pure in heart;"" and that her conscience should sometimes prove a scorpion in her breast?--Would your Ladyship, when crossed in any plan or pursuit, be able to bear with the placid air of contentment, which would beam from my countenance?--Or, upon your return from any party, hurt or displeased by any occurrence, how could you witness the attractive mien of humble happiness, ever imprinted on my calm and unruffled brow, proceeding from inward satisfaction's smile?--We are all weak, when unsupported by our own esteem--there are times, when the heart, conscious of having acted amiss, dreads a scrutiny--the anvil of gnawing conscience is never cool--the contemplative hour must sometimes exist to a mind of your stamp-- the serpent reproach may sometimes assail you with all its venemous stings; and your whole bosom may be turned into a scene of perturbation and disquietude-- Under the impulse of these dreadful evils, your mind must be singularly endowed, Madam, to be able to view with indifference your attendant Louisa's face, dressed in artless looks of serenity, unclouded by care, unchecked by disappointment; and boasting the purest bliss of innocence and a heart at peace.",,15589,"","The ""anvil of gnawing conscience is never cool""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:44:03 UTC,"Act IV, scene vii"