work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3484,"","Reading H. R. Woudhuysen's ""Writing-Tables and Table-Books""",2005-03-26 00:00:00 UTC,"Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist,
Till each to rased oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be missed.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more.
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
",,8940,"","""Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain / Full charactered with lasting memory""","",2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,""
3485,"","Reading Toulmin's ""The Inwardness of Mental Life"" in Critical Inquiry 1979 (9)",2005-09-06 00:00:00 UTC,"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste;
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.",,8941,"","""When to the sessions of sweet silent thought / I summon up remembrance of things past, / I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, / And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste""",Court,2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,""
3486,Mind's Eye,"Reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" Shakespeare Quarterly. Vol. 7, No. 4 (Autumn, 1965), p. 351-2.",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC," Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about,
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out:
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch,
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night:
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue. ",,8942,"","""Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, / And that which governs me to go about, / Doth part his function, and is partly blind""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,""
3486,"","Reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" Shakespeare Quarterly. Vol. 7, No. 4 (Autumn, 1965), p. 352.",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC," Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see.
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for my self, no quiet find. ",,8943,"","""But then begins a journey in my head / To work my mind, when body's work's expired""","",2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,""
3487,"",Reading,2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC," Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see.
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for my self, no quiet find. ",,8944,"","""For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) / Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee""","",2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,""
3488,"","Reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" Shakespeare Quarterly. Vol. 7, No. 4 (Autumn, 1965), p. 352.",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC," Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see.
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for my self, no quiet find. ",,8945,"","""Save that my soul's imaginary sight / Presents thy shadow to my sightless view""","",2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,""
6446,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""furniture"" in HDIS Poetry",2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Vnto the tender youth of those faire eies
The light of iudgement can arise but new;
And yong the world appeares t'a yong conceit,
Whil'st thorow the vnacquainted faculties
The late inuested soule doth rawly view
Those obiects which on that discretion wait.
Yet you that such a faire aduantage haue
Both by your birth and happy pow'rs, t'out go,
And be before your yeeres, can fairely guesse
What hue of life holdes surest without staine;
Hauing your well-wrought heart full furnish't so
With all the images of worthinesse,
As there is left no roome at all t'inuest
Figures of other forme but sanctitie:
Whilst yet those cleane-created thoughts, within
The Garden of your innocencies rest;
Where are no motions of deformitie,
Nor any doore at all to let them in.
With so great care doth she, that hath brought forth
That comely body, labour to adorne
That better part, the mansion of your minde,
With all the richest furniture of worth;
To make y'as highly good as highly borne,
And set your vertues equall to your kinde.
She tels you how that honour onely is
A goodly garment put on faire desarts;
Wherein the smallest staine is greatest seene,
And that it cannot grace vnworthinesse;
But more apparant shewes defectiue parts,
How gay soeuer they are deckt therein.
She tels you too, how that it bounded is,
And kept inclosed with so many eies,
As that it cannot stray and breake abroad
Into the priuate wayes of carelesnesse;
Nor euer may descend to vulgarize,
Or be below the sphere of her abode.
But like to those supernall bodies set
Within their Orbs, must keepe the certaine course
Of order, destin'd to their proper place;
Which onely doth their note of glory get.
Th'irregular apparances inforce
A short respect, and perish without grace:
Being Meteors seeming high, but yet low plac't,
Blazing but while their dying matters last:
Nor can we take the iust height of the minde,
But by that order which her course doth shew,
And which such splendor to her actions giues;
And thereby men her eminencie finde,
And thereby onely doe attaine to know
The Region, and the Orbe wherein she liues.
For low in th'aire of grosse vncertaintie
Confusion onely rowles, order sits hie.
And therefore since the dearest thinge on earth,
This honour, Madam, hath his stately frame
From th'heau'nly order, which begets respect;
And that your Nature, vertue, happy birth,
Haue therein highly interplac'd your name,
You may not runne the least course of neglect,
For where, not to obserue, is to prophane
Your dignity; how carefull must you be
To be your selfe? And though you may to all
Shine faire aspects, yet must the vertuous gaine
The best effects of your benignitie:
Nor must your common graces cause to fall
The price of your esteeme t'a lower rate,
Then doth befit the pitch of your estate.
Nor may you build on your sufficiencie,
For in our strongest parts we are but weake;
Nor yet may ouermuch distrust the same:
Lest that you come to checke it so thereby,
As silence may become worse then to speake;
Though silence women neuer ill became.
And none we see were euer ouerthrowne
By others flattery more then by their owne.
For though we liue amongst the tongues of praise,
And troopes of smoothing people that collaud
All that we doe, yet 'tis within our harts
Th'ambushment lies, that euermore betraies
Our iudgements, when our selues be come t'applaud
Our owne abilitie and our owne parts.
So that we must not onely fence this fort
Of ours, against all others fraud, but most
Against our owne; whose danger is the most,
Because we lie the neerest to doe hurt,
And soon'st deceiue our selues, and soon'st are lost
By our best pow'rs, that doe vs most transport.
Such are your holy bounds, who must conuay
(If God so please) the honourable bloud
Of Clifford, and of Russell, led aright
To many worthy stems; whose ofspring may
Looke backe with comfort, to haue had that good
To spring from such a branch that grew s'vpright;
Since nothing cheeres the heart of greatnesse more
Then th'Ancestors faire glory gone before.
",2007-12-23,17113,I've included twice: Mansion and Furniture,"""With so great care doth she, that hath brought forth / That comely body, labour to adorne / That better part, the mansion of your minde, / With all the richest furniture of worth; / To make y'as highly good as highly borne, / And set your vertues equall to your kinde.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:05 UTC,I've included the entire poem
7649,"","Reading Rayna Kalas, Frame, Glass, Verse: The Technology of Poetic Invention in the English Renaissance (Cornell UP, 2007), p. 127.",2013-08-24 16:01:57 UTC,"77
THy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were,
Thy dyall how thy pretious mynuits waste,
The vacant leaues thy mindes imprint will beare,
And of this booke, this learning maist thou taste.
The wrinckles which thy glasse will truly show,
Of mouthed graues will giue the memorie,
Thou by thy dyals shady stealth maist know,
Times theeuish progresse to eternitie.
Looke what thy memorie cannot containe,
Commit to these waste blacks, and thou shalt finde
Those children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine,
To take a new acquaintance of thy minde.
These offices, so oft as thou wilt looke,
Shall profit thee and much inrich thy booke.",,22556,"",""The vacant leaues thy mindes imprint will beare, / And of this booke, this learning maist thou taste.""",Impressions,2013-08-24 16:01:57 UTC,""
7649,"",Reading,2013-08-24 16:05:13 UTC,"77
THy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were,
Thy dyall how thy pretious mynuits waste,
The vacant leaues thy mindes imprint will beare,
And of this booke, this learning maist thou taste.
The wrinckles which thy glasse will truly show,
Of mouthed graues will giue the memorie,
Thou by thy dyals shady stealth maist know,
Times theeuish progresse to eternitie.
Looke what thy memorie cannot containe,
Commit to these waste blacks, and thou shalt finde
Those children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine,
To take a new acquaintance of thy minde.
These offices, so oft as thou wilt looke,
Shall profit thee and much inrich thy booke.",,22557,"Typically corrected to ""waste blanks""","""Looke what thy memorie cannot containe, / Commit to these waste blacks, and thou shalt finde / Those children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine, / To take a new acquaintance of thy minde.""","",2013-08-24 16:05:13 UTC,""
7692,"","Reading Herbert Grabes, The Mutable Glass: Mirror-Imagery in Titles and Texts of the Middle Ages and English Renaissance (Cambridge UP, 1982), p. 86.",2013-09-28 15:16:43 UTC,"(7)
VVIthin thine eyes (the Mirrors of my minde)
Mine eies behold themselues, wherein they see
(As through a Glasse) what in my Soule I find;
And so my Soules right shape I see in thee.
This makes me loue thee, (for our like we loue)
Which makes me loue in thine Eies still to prie;
Because I see, in Thine, how mine do mooue,
And, mine do mooue (as thine doe) louingly.
Then, looke in mine, and thou shalt see thine Eyes
Attest, for thee, what mine for me protest:
Then, let thie tongue no longer subtilize,
But, saie thou lou'st me (as I loue thee) best:
For, if we see the Hart-Roote in the eyne
Thy eies are false or It is truly mine.",,22869,"","""Within thine eyes (the Mirrors of my minde) / Mine eies behold themselues, wherein they see / (As through a Glasse) what in my Soule I find; / And so my Soules right shape I see in thee.""",Mirror,2013-09-28 15:16:43 UTC,""