work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6196,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"""No harsh, pedantic Censor I,
""To preach up gloomy Sanctity;
""Youth's lively season claims its pleasure,
""But just in mode and wise in measure,
""Whose hours, by Virtue's smiles refin'd,
""Leave no regrets or pain behind.
""Court the gay Muse to whom belong
""The chasten'd jest, the pleasing song;
""But would you nobler thoughts inspire,
""The Masters of the Grecian Lyre,
""Or Latian Bards, by Phoebus taught,
""Will please and elevate the thought.
""Nor ask their powerful aid alone;--
""Join those we proudly call our own:
""Immortal Shakespeare--Milton's rhyme,
""That soars beyond the bounds of Time;
""With Dryden, in whose verse we trace
""A blended energy and grace;
""And Pope, whose sweet harmonious lays
""The mind delights in, and obeys;
""With Gray, in Elegiac pride,
""And the free verse of Akenside.
""--These, as they charm, with taste refin'd
""Will decorate the expanding mind;
""And thus a secret grace convey
""To all you do, and all you say;
""Smooth the dull brow of wrinkling care,
""And chase the thought that may ensnare.
""--Nor these alone, th'historic page,
""Of ev'ry race, of every age,
""Displays the long and various story:
""Heroes that liv'd or died in glory,
""Patriots, who their country sav'd,
""Tyrants, who mankind enslav'd,
""Sages, whose high-gifted powers
""That knowledge taught which now is ours,
""The Pictures form of human kind,
""Of every feeling of the mind,
""As in social man we see,
""Or the wide range of Policy;--
""Hence they a sage experience give,
""E'en to the times in which we live;
""And frame a Lesson to supply
""The Ages of Posterity.
""--With these Instructors may be join'd
""To strengthen and enrich the mind,
""Science, whose powers profound impart,
""Whate'er of nature and of art
""Presents to th'intellectual eye,
""In all the vast variety:
""While Philosophic Lore combines
""The various Labour, and confines
""In their due regulated sphere
""The essential parts of Character;
""And, as the Mistress of the Soul,
""Let mild Religion crown the whole:--
""That power, which commands the thought
""To think the very thing we ought;
""And holds up to our solemn view
""What we should shun, and what pursue.
""--O let not Sloth depress to earth
""Those early blossoms in their birth,
""Which to your ripening mind is given,
""To bloom through time, then rise to heaven!
""Awake your nature and expand
""Its powers; with attentive hand
""Prune its Luxuriance; and prepare
""Each branch the expected Fruit to bear.
""But think not in your jovial hours,
""When Riot rules and Reason lours,
""That time is actively employ'd:
""'Tis then, I say, that Time's destroy'd,
""At least, e'en Truth itself may say,
""'Tis wasted, squander'd, thrown away:
""For Folly's vigour and excess
""Is nought but active Idleness.",,16379,•Included twice in Garden.,"""'--O let not Sloth depress to earth / 'Those early blossoms in their birth, / 'Which to your ripening mind is given, / 'To bloom through time, then rise to heaven!""","",2011-11-25 01:22:13 UTC,""
6196,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"""No harsh, pedantic Censor I,
""To preach up gloomy Sanctity;
""Youth's lively season claims its pleasure,
""But just in mode and wise in measure,
""Whose hours, by Virtue's smiles refin'd,
""Leave no regrets or pain behind.
""Court the gay Muse to whom belong
""The chasten'd jest, the pleasing song;
""But would you nobler thoughts inspire,
""The Masters of the Grecian Lyre,
""Or Latian Bards, by Phoebus taught,
""Will please and elevate the thought.
""Nor ask their powerful aid alone;--
""Join those we proudly call our own:
""Immortal Shakespeare--Milton's rhyme,
""That soars beyond the bounds of Time;
""With Dryden, in whose verse we trace
""A blended energy and grace;
""And Pope, whose sweet harmonious lays
""The mind delights in, and obeys;
""With Gray, in Elegiac pride,
""And the free verse of Akenside.
""--These, as they charm, with taste refin'd
""Will decorate the expanding mind;
""And thus a secret grace convey
""To all you do, and all you say;
""Smooth the dull brow of wrinkling care,
""And chase the thought that may ensnare.
""--Nor these alone, th'historic page,
""Of ev'ry race, of every age,
""Displays the long and various story:
""Heroes that liv'd or died in glory,
""Patriots, who their country sav'd,
""Tyrants, who mankind enslav'd,
""Sages, whose high-gifted powers
""That knowledge taught which now is ours,
""The Pictures form of human kind,
""Of every feeling of the mind,
""As in social man we see,
""Or the wide range of Policy;--
""Hence they a sage experience give,
""E'en to the times in which we live;
""And frame a Lesson to supply
""The Ages of Posterity.
""--With these Instructors may be join'd
""To strengthen and enrich the mind,
""Science, whose powers profound impart,
""Whate'er of nature and of art
""Presents to th'intellectual eye,
""In all the vast variety:
""While Philosophic Lore combines
""The various Labour, and confines
""In their due regulated sphere
""The essential parts of Character;
""And, as the Mistress of the Soul,
""Let mild Religion crown the whole:--
""That power, which commands the thought
""To think the very thing we ought;
""And holds up to our solemn view
""What we should shun, and what pursue.
""--O let not Sloth depress to earth
""Those early blossoms in their birth,
""Which to your ripening mind is given,
""To bloom through time, then rise to heaven!
""Awake your nature and expand
""Its powers; with attentive hand
""Prune its Luxuriance; and prepare
""Each branch the expected Fruit to bear.
""But think not in your jovial hours,
""When Riot rules and Reason lours,
""That time is actively employ'd:
""'Tis then, I say, that Time's destroy'd,
""At least, e'en Truth itself may say,
""'Tis wasted, squander'd, thrown away:
""For Folly's vigour and excess
""Is nought but active Idleness.",,16380,"","With ""attentive hand"" the ""Luxuriance"" of one's nature may be pruned so that branches will bear fruit","",2009-09-14 19:46:41 UTC,""
6196,Pedagogy; Lockean Philosophy,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"'Twere well if sage, domestic power
Would watch the Infant's earliest hour;
And let that constant care be shown
Which Duty may be proud to own.
Chuse sense as well as healthy state
In those who on the Cradle wait;
Nor e'er allow that vulgar curse,
The babbling nonsense of a Nurse.
Oh never cease the thought to scan,
That ev'ry Boy may be a Man!
'Tis known, that oft the Goblin's tale
Does to Life's latest hour prevail;
And Doctrines, by the Nurses taught,
Are fix'd for ever in the thought:
The fair Impression then pursue,
Of what is just, and what is true;
Nor think Instruction's hourly boon,
In its due shape, can come too soon.
The seeds, in earliest Childhood sown
As buds, will in the Boy be known:
In Youth, as blossoms will appear,
And in full Manhood, fruitage bear.
The comforts of a future day
Will thus Affection's toil repay;
And the glad Parent fondly see
The Wisdom of the Nursery.",,16390,1:38:23 PM,"""The seeds, in earliest Childhood sown / As buds, will in the Boy be known: / In Youth, as blossoms will appear, / And in full Manhood, fruitage bear.""","",2009-09-14 19:46:43 UTC,""
6202,"",Reading,2005-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"[...] But it was Mr. Wordsworth's purpose to consider the influences of fancy and imagination as they are manifested in poetry, and from the different effects to conclude their diversity in kind; while it is my object to investigate the seminal principle, and then from the kind to deduce the degree. My friend has drawn a masterly sketch of the branches with their poetic fruitage. I wish to add the trunk, and even the roots as far as they lift themselves above the ground, and are visible to the naked eye of our common consciousness.
(p. 88)",2011-07-21,16404,"•Chapter 4 is titled Wordsworth's Earlier Poems
•I've included four times: Branches, Trunk, Root, Eye","""My friend has drawn a masterly sketch of the branches with their poetic fruitage. I wish to add the trunk, and even the roots as far as they lift themselves above the ground, and are visible to the naked eye of our common consciousness.""","",2011-07-21 14:11:31 UTC,Chapter 4
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"What could it be but love? How a ring-dove
Let fall a sprig of yew tree in his path;
And how he died: and then, that love doth scathe,
The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses;
And then the ballad of his sad life closes
With sighs, and an alas!--Endymion!
Be rather in the trumpet's mouth,--anon
Among the winds at large--that all may hearken!
",,16433,"","""[L]ove doth scathe, / The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses""","",2009-09-14 19:46:51 UTC,""
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"But, gentle Orb! there came a nearer bliss--
My strange love came--Felicity's abyss!
She came, and thou didst fade, and fade away--
Yet not entirely; no, thy starry sway
Has been an under-passion to this hour.
Now I begin to feel thine orby power
Is coming fresh upon me: O be kind,
Keep back thine influence, and do not blind
My sovereign vision.--Dearest love, forgive
That I can think away from thee and live!--
Pardon me, airy planet, that I prize
One thought beyond thine argent luxuries!
How far beyond!"" At this a surpris'd start
Frosted the springing verdure of his heart;
For as he lifted up his eyes to swear
How his own goddess was past all things fair,
He saw far in the concave green of the sea
An old man sitting calm and peacefully.
",,16434,"","The ""springing verdure"" of the heart may be frosted","",2009-09-14 19:46:52 UTC,""
6207,"",HDIS,2003-09-26 00:00:00 UTC,"It was a nymph uprisen to the breast
In the fountain's pebbly margin, and she stood
'Mong lilies, like the youngest of the brood.
To him her dripping hand she softly kist,
And anxiously began to plait and twist
Her ringlets round her fingers, saying: ""Youth!
Too long, alas, hast thou starv'd on the ruth,
The bitterness of love: too long indeed,
Seeing thou art so gentle. Could I weed
Thy soul of care, by heavens, I would offer
All the bright riches of my crystal coffer
To Amphitrite; all my clear-eyed fish,
Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish,
Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze;
Yea, or my veined pebble-floor, that draws
A virgin light to the deep; my grotto-sands
Tawny and gold, ooz'd slowly from far lands
By my diligent springs; my level lilies, shells,
My charming rod, my potent river spells;
Yes, every thing, even to the pearly cup
Meander gave me,--for I bubbled up
To fainting creatures in a desert wild.
",,16439,"",The soul may be weeded of care,"",2009-09-14 19:46:52 UTC,""
6220,"",HDIS,2003-09-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Parting they seem'd to tread upon the air,
Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
Only to meet again more close, and share
The inward fragrance of each other's heart.
She, to her chamber gone, a ditty fair
Sang, of delicious love and honey'd dart;
He with light steps went up a western hill.
And bade the sun farewell, and joy'd his fill.
(ll. 73-80, p. 186)
",,16483,"","Lovers may share the ""inward fragrance of each other's heart""","",2009-09-14 19:47:00 UTC,""
6457,"",Reading in Perkins. text from HDIS.,2008-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The Beings of the Mind are not of clay:
Essentially immortal, they create
And multiply in us a brighter ray
And more beloved existence: that which Fate
Prohibits to dull life in this our state
Of mortal bondage, by these Spirits supplied,
First exiles, then replaces what we hate;
Watering the heart whose early flowers have died,
And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
(p. 873, ll. 37-45)",2009-02-28,17168,"","""Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, / And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:16 UTC,Stanza 5
6516,"",Reading,2009-05-05 00:00:00 UTC,"[...] I was right in this respect. I knew my friends from my foes. So did Lord Castlereagh: so did not Benjamin Constant. Did any of the Princes of Europe ever regard Buonaparte as any thing more than the child and champion of Jacobinism ? Why then should I: for on that point I bow to their judgments as infallible. Passion speaks truer than reason. If Buonaparte was a conqueror, he conquered the grand conspiracy of kings against the abstract right of the human race to be free; and I, as a man, could not be indifferent which side to take. If he was ambitious, his greatness was not founded on the unconditional, avowed surrender of the rights of human nature. But with him, the state of man rose exalted too. If he was arbitrary and a tyrant, first, France as a country was in a state of military blockade, on garrison-duty, and not to be defended by mere paper bullets of the brain; secondly, but chief, he was not, nor he could not become, a tyrant by right divine. Tyranny in him was not sacred: it was not eternal: it was not instinctively bound in league of amity with other tyrannies; it was not sanctioned by all the laws of religion and morality. There was an end of it with the individual: there was an end of it with the temporary causes, which gave it birth, and of which it was only the too necessary reaction. But there are persons of that low and inordinate appetite for servility, that they cannot be satisfied with any thing [End Page xvi] short of that sort of tyranny that has lasted for ever, and is likely to last for ever; that is strengthened and made desperate by the superstitions and prejudices of ages; that is enshrined in traditions, in laws, in usages, in the outward symbols of power, in the very idioms of language; that has struck its roots into the human heart, and clung round the human understanding like a nightshade; that overawes the imagination, and disarms the will to resist it, by the very enormity of the evil; that is cemented with gold and blood; guarded by reverence, guarded by power; linked in endless succession to the principle by which life is transmitted to the generations of tyrants and slaves, and destroying liberty with the first breath of life; that is absolute, unceasing, unerring, fatal, unutterable, abominable, monstrous. These true devotees of superstition and despotism cried out Liberty and Humanity in their desperate phrenzy at Buonaparte's sudden elevation and incredible successes against their favourite idol, ""that Harlot old, the same that is, that was, and is to be,"" but we have heard no more of their triumph of Liberty and their douce humanit´, since they clapped down the hatches upon us again, like wretches in a slave-ship who have had their chains struck off and pardon promised them to fight the common enemy; and the poor Reformers who were taken in to join the cry, because they are as fastidious in their love of liberty as their opponents are inveterate in their devotion to despotism, continue in vain to reproach them with their [End Page xvii]
temporary professions, woeful grimaces, and vows made in pain, which ease has recanted; but to these reproaches the legitimate professors of Liberty and Humanity do not even deign to return the answer of a smile at their credulity and folly. Those who did not see this result at the time were, I think, weak; those who do not acknowledge it now are, I am sure, hypocrites. -- To this pass have we been brought by the joint endeavours of Tories, Whigs, and Reformers; and as they have all had a hand in it, I shall here endeavour to ascribe to each their share of merit in this goodly piece of work. It is, perhaps, a delicate point, but it is of no inconsiderable importance, that the friends of Freedom should know the strength of their enemies, and their own weakness as well; for
--"" At this day,
When a Tartarean darkness overspreads
The groaning nations; when the impious rule,
By will or by established ordinance,
Their own dire agents, and constrain the good
To acts which they abhor; though I bewail
This triumph, yet the pity of my heart
Prevents me not from owning that the law
By which mankind now suffers, is most just.
For by superior energies; more strict
Affiance to each other; faith more firm
In their unhallowed principles ; the bad
Have fairly earned a victory o'er the weak,
The vacillating, inconsistent good.""(pp. xv-xviii)",,17333,I've included twice: Roots and Nightshade,"""But there are persons of that low and inordinate appetite for servility, that they cannot be satisfied with any thing short of that sort of tyranny that has lasted for ever, and is likely to last for ever; that is strengthened and made desperate by the superstitions and prejudices of ages; that is enshrined in traditions, in laws, in usages, in the outward symbols of power, in the very idioms of language; that has struck its roots into the human heart, and clung round the human understanding like a nightshade.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:49 UTC,Preface