work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3250,"","Searching ""judge"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet he a Rival feared, and he was one
With Reason feared, a neighbouring Farmer's Son,
A rural Beau, with Manner free & Air
That marks the Hero of a Village Fair,
Yet gave his prudent Father no Alarm,
No Fair or fair One kept him from the Farm;
Proud of the Horse that bore him to the Race,
And when he joined his Landlord in the Chace,
Gay Days were those, not frequent, and they gave
Praise to a Youth, who could his Money save,
Yet gain Applause--he thus to Market went,
Well pleased with what he spared & what he spent.
The Friends of Susan were Advisers all:
""Let him not go whom you cannot recall.
""And then for whom?"" ""Ah!"", Susan thought, ""for One
""With whom no Farmer holds Comparison.""
Her Heart was Judge, & could the difference trace
Between the Jocky-Air and real Grace,
Between the Lad, who was allowed to ride,
And show his Hunters at his Landlord's Side,
And One, who thought not that he should aspire
Beyond his Rank by riding with the Squire;
He was not One who followed in a Course
Always to show, perchance to sell his Horse.
Poins was not jealous, yet there was some Fear
Of One for ever praised, for ever near.
A Man at Hand, whom all her Friends approve,
Will sometimes shake a meek soul'd Maiden's Love.
Nor Poins alone the jealous Terror knew,
For Susan learn'd that she had Rivals, too.
Not One alone! One Rival gives us Pain,
But, having many, we are safe again;
Like Friends are Rivals, forasmuch as One
In either Case we more depend upon.
But Susan loved & fear'd, but now Adieu
To Fears & Doubts & Rival. Poins is true!
He comes with Love & Hope, & as he pleads,
Her Sigh & Silence tell him he succeeds.
So were they wedded, & our Story now
Might end, did Truth & History allow,
Did married Couples always faithful prove,
Or lasting Reformation wait on Love.
There are, we doubt not, married pairs, who live
With all the Comforts Life & Love can give,
Who not an Instant in their wedded Life
Felt one sad thought for being Man & Wife.
Alas! with such we must not ours compare,
Who were as other happy Couples are.
She was not always meek, not always kind
Was he; and neither were discreetly blind.
Some little Failings would at times appear,
But, on the Whole, it was an happy Year.
""But One?"" I say not that, Another past,
Not much to be distinguished from the last;
Richard looked o'er his Land, his Sheep, his Cows,
And talked of Market Profits to his Spouse.
Then there ensued, I cannot well express
What I would say, a kind of Wearyness;
Richard, who read while Susan worked, now swore
The Book was dull, & he would read no more;
Then with his Legs stretched forth & Head reclined,
To think of Nothing he himself resigned--
""But he reformed?"" O! Yes, for many a day,
For many a Night, and shunn'd the former Way,
When strong Temptation woo'd him in the Gloom
Of a long Evening, & he sighed at Home.
""Sigh & with Susan?"" Yea, and Men will sigh
For Want of Something, or they know not why.
He sang, & asked his Susan for a Song;
Yet, for all this, the Days were getting long,
His Mind was active, & he lacked Employ;
At Length he had it, & could nurse his Boy,
And feel a father's Pride, & join a Mother's Joy.
But restless still, & Susan yet confined,
He sauntered forth with nothing in his Mind,
Or good or Evil; What was his Intent,
He knew not, knew not why, or where, he went;
He meant to change his Place, & that was all he meant.Yet he a Rival feared, and he was one
With Reason feared, a neighbouring Farmer's Son,
A rural Beau, with Manner free & Air
That marks the Hero of a Village Fair,
Yet gave his prudent Father no Alarm,
No Fair or fair One kept him from the Farm;
Proud of the Horse that bore him to the Race,
And when he joined his Landlord in the Chace,
Gay Days were those, not frequent, and they gave
Praise to a Youth, who could his Money save,
Yet gain Applause--he thus to Market went,
Well pleased with what he spared & what he spent.
The Friends of Susan were Advisers all:
""Let him not go whom you cannot recall.
""And then for whom?"" ""Ah!"", Susan thought, ""for One
""With whom no Farmer holds Comparison.""
Her Heart was Judge, & could the difference trace
Between the Jocky-Air and real Grace,
Between the Lad, who was allowed to ride,
And show his Hunters at his Landlord's Side,
And One, who thought not that he should aspire
Beyond his Rank by riding with the Squire;
He was not One who followed in a Course
Always to show, perchance to sell his Horse.
Poins was not jealous, yet there was some Fear
Of One for ever praised, for ever near.
A Man at Hand, whom all her Friends approve,
Will sometimes shake a meek soul'd Maiden's Love.
Nor Poins alone the jealous Terror knew,
For Susan learn'd that she had Rivals, too.
Not One alone! One Rival gives us Pain,
But, having many, we are safe again;
Like Friends are Rivals, forasmuch as One
In either Case we more depend upon.
But Susan loved & fear'd, but now Adieu
To Fears & Doubts & Rival. Poins is true!
He comes with Love & Hope, & as he pleads,
Her Sigh & Silence tell him he succeeds.
So were they wedded, & our Story now
Might end, did Truth & History allow,
Did married Couples always faithful prove,
Or lasting Reformation wait on Love.
There are, we doubt not, married pairs, who live
With all the Comforts Life & Love can give,
Who not an Instant in their wedded Life
Felt one sad thought for being Man & Wife.
Alas! with such we must not ours compare,
Who were as other happy Couples are.
She was not always meek, not always kind
Was he; and neither were discreetly blind.
Some little Failings would at times appear,
But, on the Whole, it was an happy Year.
""But One?"" I say not that, Another past,
Not much to be distinguished from the last;
Richard looked o'er his Land, his Sheep, his Cows,
And talked of Market Profits to his Spouse.
Then there ensued, I cannot well express
What I would say, a kind of Wearyness;
Richard, who read while Susan worked, now swore
The Book was dull, & he would read no more;
Then with his Legs stretched forth & Head reclined,
To think of Nothing he himself resigned--
""But he reformed?"" O! Yes, for many a day,
For many a Night, and shunn'd the former Way,
When strong Temptation woo'd him in the Gloom
Of a long Evening, & he sighed at Home.
""Sigh & with Susan?"" Yea, and Men will sigh
For Want of Something, or they know not why.
He sang, & asked his Susan for a Song;
Yet, for all this, the Days were getting long,
His Mind was active, & he lacked Employ;
At Length he had it, & could nurse his Boy,
And feel a father's Pride, & join a Mother's Joy.
But restless still, & Susan yet confined,
He sauntered forth with nothing in his Mind,
Or good or Evil; What was his Intent,
He knew not, knew not why, or where, he went;
He meant to change his Place, & that was all he meant.",,8505,"","""Her Heart was Judge, & could the difference trace / Between the Jocky-Air and real Grace, / Between the Lad, who was allowed to ride, / And show his Hunters at his Landlord's Side, / And One, who thought not that he should aspire / Beyond his Rank by riding with the Squire.""",Court,2013-06-12 19:09:35 UTC,""
6174,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"To shine and glitter all in gold, To be in words and science bold,
Wealth to enjoy and dainty fare,
The monarch's friend, the people's care;
To all that's gay and proud and great, Although such gifts may elevate,
The groaning gout, and racking stone
May change the mirth to bitter moan.
But e'en though sickness ne'er annoys, Riches and honours are but toys,
If Conscience be not firm and free, And wrapp'd in its fidelity.
The peaceful conscience is the boon
That keeps the jarring mind in tune:
O 'tis the heart's so cheering guest,
Which had--a rush for all the rest.",,16350,"","""The peaceful conscience"" is ""the heart's so cheering guest, / Which had--a rush for all the rest.""",Inhabitant,2009-09-14 19:46:36 UTC,""
6231,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Odo approached,
And knelt, then rising, placed the diadem
Upon his brow, with laurels intertwined.
Again the voice of acclamation rang,
And from the galleries a hundred harps
Resounded Roland's song! Long live the King!
The barons, and the prelates, and the knights,
Long live the Conqueror! cried; a god on earth!
That instant the high vaulted chamber shook
As with a blast from heaven, and all was mute
Around him, and the very fortress rocked,
As it would topple on their heads. He rose
Disturbed and frowning, for tumultuous thoughts
Crowded like night upon his heart; then waved
His hand. The barons, abbots, knights retire.
Behold him now alone! before a lamp
A crucifix appears; upon the ground
Lies the same sword that Hastings' battle dyed
Deep to the hilt in gore; behold, he kneels
And prays, Thou only, Lord, art ever great;
Have mercy on my sins! The crucifix
Shook as he spoke, shook visibly, and, hark!
There is a low moan, as of dying men,
At distance heard.",,16509,•I've included twice: Crowd and Night,"""He rose / Disturbed and frowning, for tumultuous thoughts / Crowded like night upon his heart""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:47:06 UTC,""
6237,"",Reading. Reviewing old notes.,2006-03-02 00:00:00 UTC,"Of quite another stamp was the then accountant, John Tipp. He neither pretended to high blood, nor, in good truth, cared one fig about the matter. He ""thought an accountant the greatest character in the world, and himself the greatest accountant in it."" Yet John was not without his hobby. The fiddle relieved his vacant hours. He sang, certainly, with other notes than to the Orphean lyre. He did, indeed, scream and scrape most abominably. His fine suite of official rooms in Threadneedle Street, which, without anything very substantial appended to them, were enough to enlarge a man's notions of himself that lived in them (I know not who is the occupier of them now), resounded fortnightly to the notes of a concert of ""sweet breasts,"" as our ancestors would have called them, culled from club-rooms and orchestras- chorus-singers- first and second violoncellos- double-basses- and clarionets- who ate his cold mutton, and drank his punch, and praised his ear. He sate like Lord Midas among them. But at the desk Tipp was quite another sort of creature. Thence all ideas, that were purely ornamental, were banished. You could not speak of anything romantic without rebuke. Politics were excluded. A newspaper was thought too refined and abstracted. The whole duty of man consisted in writing off dividend warrants. The striking of the annual balance in the company's books (which, perhaps, differed from the balance of last year in the sum of £25 6s.) occupied his days and nights for a month previous. Not that Tipp was blind to the deadness of things (as they call them in the city) in his beloved house, or did not sigh for a return of the old stirring days when South-Sea hopes were young- (he was indeed equal to the wielding of any of the most intricate accounts of the most flourishing company in these or those days):- but to a genuine accountant the difference of proceeds is as nothing. The fractional farthing is as dear to his heart as the thousands which stand before it. He is the true actor, who, whether his part be a prince or a peasant, must act it with like intensity. With Tipp form was everything. His life was formal. His actions seemed ruled with a ruler. His pen was not less erring than his heart. He made the best executor in the world; he was plagued with incessant executorships accordingly, which excited his spleen and soothed his vanity in equal ratios. He would swear (for Tipp swore) at the little orphans, whose rights he would guard with a tenacity like the grasp of the dying hand that commended their interests to his protection. With all this there was about him a sort of timidity- (his few enemies used to give it a worse name)- a something which in reverence to the dead, we will place, if you please, a little on this side of the heroic. Nature certainly had been pleased to endow John Tipp with a sufficient measure of the principle of self-preservation. There is a cowardice which we do not despise, because it has nothing base or treacherous in its elements; it betrays itself, not you: it is mere temperament; the absence of the romantic and the enterprising; it sees a lion in the way, and will not, with Fortinbras, ""greatly find quarrel in a straw,"" when some supposed honour is at stake. Tipp never mounted the box of a stage-coach in his life; or leaned against the rails of a balcony; or walked upon the ridge of a parapet; or looked down a precipice; or let off a gun; or went upon a water-party; or would willingly let you go, if he could have helped it: neither was it recorded of him, that for lucre, or for intimidation, he ever forsook friend or principle.",,16532,"","""But at the desk Tipp was quite another sort of creature. Thence all ideas, that were purely ornamental, were banished""","",2009-09-14 19:47:12 UTC,""
6250,"",HDIS,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,"But O the chief!--If in thy feeling breast
The tender charities of life reside,
If there domestic love have built her nest,
And thy fond heart a parent's cares divide;
Go seek the turf where worth, where wisdom lies,
Wisdom and worth, ah, never to return!
There, kneeling, weep my tears, and breathe my sighs,
A daughter's sorrows o'er her father's urn!
(ll. 65-72, p. 121)",,16550,•,"Tender charities may reside in the ""feeling breast"" ",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:47:15 UTC,""
6258,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",2006-03-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Sweet are the thoughts that stir the virgin's breast
When love first enters there, a timid guest;
Before her dazzled eyes gay visions shine,
And laughing Cupids wreaths of roses twine;
And conscious beauty hastens to employ
Her span of empire and her dream of joy.",,16561,"","""Sweet are the thoughts that stir the virgin's breast / When love first enters there, a timid guest""",Inhabitant,2009-09-14 19:47:17 UTC,""
6270,Stranger Within,"Searching ""mind"" at Electronic Text Center at UVA Library",2005-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"We never find our attention called to any particular part or member of the body, except when there is somewhat amiss in that part or member. And, in like manner as we do not think of any one part or member in particular, so neither do we consider our entire microcosm and frame. The body is apprehended as no more important and of intimate connection to a man engaged in a train of reflections, than the house or apartment in which he [page 10] dwells. The mind may aptly be described under the denomination of the ""stranger at home."" On set occasions and at appropriate times we examine our stores, and ascertain the various commodities we have, laid up in our presses and our coffers. Like the governor of a fort in time of peace, which was erected to keep out a foreign assailant, we occasionally visit our armoury, and take account of the muskets, the swords, and other implements of war it contains, but for the most part are engaged in the occupations of peace, and do not call the means of warfare in any sort to our recollection.
(pp. 9-10)",,16582,"","""The mind may aptly be described under the denomination of the 'stranger at home.'""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:47:21 UTC,Essay I. Of Body and Mind. The Prologue.
6270,"","Searching ""mind"" at Electronic Text Center at UVA Library",2005-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"We never find our attention called to any particular part or member of the body, except when there is somewhat amiss in that part or member. And, in like manner as we do not think of any one part or member in particular, so neither do we consider our entire microcosm and frame. The body is apprehended as no more important and of intimate connection to a man engaged in a train of reflections, than the house or apartment in which he [page 10] dwells. The mind may aptly be described under the denomination of the ""stranger at home."" On set occasions and at appropriate times we examine our stores, and ascertain the various commodities we have, laid up in our presses and our coffers. Like the governor of a fort in time of peace, which was erected to keep out a foreign assailant, we occasionally visit our armoury, and take account of the muskets, the swords, and other implements of war it contains, but for the most part are engaged in the occupations of peace, and do not call the means of warfare in any sort to our recollection.
(pp. 9-10)",,16583,•I've included twice: Governor and Fort,"""On set occasions and at appropriate times we examine our stores, and ascertain the various commodities we have, laid up in our presses and our coffers. Like the governor of a fort in time of peace, which was erected to keep out a foreign assailant, we occasionally visit our armoury, and take account of the muskets, the swords, and other implements of war it contains, but for the most part are engaged in the occupations of peace, and do not call the means of warfare in any sort to our recollection""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:47:21 UTC,Essay I. Of Body and Mind. The Prologue.