work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3349,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC," Such are the tinman's tuneful sighs,
That from his gloomy mansion rise,
Something like song from dying swans of old:
Then Addington, thy rigour quit,
Nor boast the iron heart of P---;
But show that thine was form'd in Mercy's mould.
Yes, let the culprit be forgiv'n--
No actual rape took place, thank Heav'n!
He wish'd to buy thine Honour's pure embraces.
I own with awkwardness he strove--
A country bumpkin in his love--
A simple Cymon, 'midst the polish'd Graces.
Then smile, and put the bumpkin out of pain,
And send him whistling[1] to his shop agen.",,8622,"","""Then Addington, thy rigour quit, / Nor boast the iron heart of P---;""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:40 UTC,""
5976,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC," For now the Fiends, whom Moloch left in trust
O'er England's plains rebellion's flame to spread,
Had gain'd dominion o'er his soul unjust.
With subtle skill his daring hopes they fed,
And, while around their spells accurs'd they shed,
For deeds of foul import his breast they steel'd:
With crowns ideal they adorn'd his head,
And tempting baits of fancied power reveal'd,
While the barb'd hook within they artfully conceal'd.",,15906,"",""" And, while around their spells accurs'd they shed, / For deeds of foul import his breast they steel'd""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:45:03 UTC,""
5976,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC," ""When, by resentment urg'd or mov'd by hate,
""He sought some rival Chieftain to molest,
""Forth rush'd his deadly ministers of fate.
""Remorseless fury steel'd each rugged breast;
""Disdaining perils, negligent of rest,
""With fix'd resolve their purpose they pursued,
""Nor ceas'd their foul enthusiastic quest,
""'Till o'er their victim's prostrate corse they stood,
""And stamp'd their tyrant's law in characters of blood.",,15907,"","""Remorseless fury steel'd each rugged breast""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:45:03 UTC,""
5981,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye happier beings! blest in fortune's store,
On mimic ruins waste your wealth no more;
Your mould'ring monuments no more repair,
Far other ruins henceforth be your care:
Search for the failing towers of human kind,
And save that noblest edifice, the mind;
The central column of the dome defend,
Nor let the glory of the fabric bend:
The fabric nods! ah, leave your barren walls,
And prop the throne of reason e're it falls!
Such be th'improvements of your vast domain;
Without them, parks and palaces are vain:
O be the generous architects, to plan
How best to renovate decaying man;
The fragments gather, where in dust they lie,
And heav'n shall bless the work of charity.
",2011-07-19,15908,"•Cross-reference: lines also appear in C-H under the title ""Cottage-Pictures"". Appears to be a third edition of this same poem.","One must leave improvements of the ""vast domain"" and ""prop the throne of reason e're it falls.""","",2011-07-19 15:03:44 UTC,""
5981,"",HDIS,2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye happier beings! blest in fortune's store,
On mimic ruins waste your wealth no more;
Your mould'ring monuments no more repair,
Far other ruins henceforth be your care:
Search for the failing towers of human kind,
And save that noblest edifice, the mind;
The central column of the dome defend,
Nor let the glory of the fabric bend:
The fabric nods! ah, leave your barren walls,
And prop the throne of reason e're it falls!
Such be th'improvements of your vast domain;
Without them, parks and palaces are vain:
O be the generous architects, to plan
How best to renovate decaying man;
The fragments gather, where in dust they lie,
And heav'n shall bless the work of charity.
",,15909,"•Cross-reference: lines also appear in C-H under the title ""Cottage-Pictures"". Appears to be a third edition of this same poem.","""Far other ruins henceforth be your care: /Search for the failing towers of human kind, / And save that noblest edifice, the mind""","",2009-09-14 19:45:03 UTC,""
5981,"",HDIS,2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Then learn at length to reverence the Poor,
And weave a garland round the cottage door;
Let grateful wealth do homage to the bower,
From whose first lords came riches, ease, and power.
Yes, reverence the Poor! but ah! how wide,
The barrier stands 'twixt equity and pride!
The means of life the Poor are now refus'd,
Power, riches, ease, and plenty, all abus'd;
Yet were what appetite exacts bestow'd,
A mere sufficiency of drink and food,
Thinkst thou, O little skill'd in human kind!
The rational, who can perceive a mind
Stir as the god within, like beasts can feed,
The harness'd oxen, or the bridled steed,
And then, a pause of reason and of sense?
O be such tyrant precepts banish'd hence;
Far, far, from England be such maxims sown,
There, still may sense and reason have a throne!
The veriest carl that nature ever made,
Heir to the flail, the wallet, and the spade,
Boasts in fair freedom's isle a free-born mind,
And sighs to share the birth-right of his kind;
With daily bread, sweet liberty must come,
And happy choice, to eat that bread at home,
In his own ground, his own kind cow must graze,
On his own hearth the frugal faggot blaze;
In his own garden must his herbs have grown,
Alike the labours and rewards his own.
",,15910,"•Cross-reference: lines also appear in C-H under the title ""Cottage-Pictures"". Appears to be a third edition of this same poem.","In England ""There, still may sense and reason have a throne!""","",2009-09-14 19:45:03 UTC,""
5981,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Then learn at length to reverence the Poor,
And weave a garland round the cottage door;
Let grateful wealth do homage to the bower,
From whose first lords came riches, ease, and power.
Yes, reverence the Poor! but ah! how wide,
The barrier stands 'twixt equity and pride!
The means of life the Poor are now refus'd,
Power, riches, ease, and plenty, all abus'd;
Yet were what appetite exacts bestow'd,
A mere sufficiency of drink and food,
Thinkst thou, O little skill'd in human kind!
The rational, who can perceive a mind
Stir as the god within, like beasts can feed,
The harness'd oxen, or the bridled steed,
And then, a pause of reason and of sense?
O be such tyrant precepts banish'd hence;
Far, far, from England be such maxims sown,
There, still may sense and reason have a throne!
The veriest carl that nature ever made,
Heir to the flail, the wallet, and the spade,
Boasts in fair freedom's isle a free-born mind,
And sighs to share the birth-right of his kind;
With daily bread, sweet liberty must come,
And happy choice, to eat that bread at home,
In his own ground, his own kind cow must graze,
On his own hearth the frugal faggot blaze;
In his own garden must his herbs have grown,
Alike the labours and rewards his own.
",2011-07-19,15911,"•Cross-reference: lines also appear in C-H under the title ""Cottage-Pictures"". Appears to be a third edition of this same poem.","""The veriest carl that nature ever made, / Heir to the flail, the wallet, and the spade, / Boasts in fair freedom's isle a free-born mind, / And sighs to share the birth-right of his kind.""","",2011-07-19 15:05:34 UTC,""
5982,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"When loud Invasion with infuriate roar,
With boastful threatening shakes Britannia's shore;
Should Alfred turn his sainted eyes to earth,
And view the hallow'd seats that gave him birth,
How would he praise the patriot worth that calls
Her manly sons from Vinitagia's walls!
Though far from billowy ocean's blue domains,
No hostile power can waste their inland plains,
When Gallia arms and injur'd Albion bleeds,
Wherever glory points and valour leads,
Zealous from each domestic bliss they go
To meet on distant fields their country's foe,
Feeling their monarch's sacred rights their own,
Their swords his bulwark, and their heart his throne.
",,15912,"",The heart of a corps of volunteers may be the monarch's throne,"",2009-09-14 19:45:03 UTC,I've included the entire poem
5974,Magnetism,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2009-11-30 15:49:39 UTC,"Some fickle creatures boast a soul
True as the needle to the pole;
Yet shifting, like the weather,
The needle's constancy forego
For any novelty, and show
Its variations rather.
",,17525,INTEREST. A magnet and weather metaphors crossed.,"""Some fickle creatures boast a soul / True as the needle to the pole; / Yet shifting, like the weather, / The needle's constancy forego / For any novelty, and show / Its variations rather.""","",2009-11-30 16:01:39 UTC,""
7146,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-08 19:01:46 UTC,"My soul her bondage ill endures;
I pant for liberty like yours;
I long for that immense profound,
That knows no bottom, and no bound;
Lost in infinity, to prove
The incomprehensible of Love.",,19399,"","""My soul her bondage ill endures; / I pant for liberty like yours.""",Fetters,2012-01-08 22:21:59 UTC,""