id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
16552,"",HDIS (Poetry),Coinage and Empire,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,,6251,"","",2014-03-08 18:06:13 UTC,"""Thus, when the fervid Passions cool, / And Judgement, late, begins to rule; / When Reason mounts her throne serene, / And social Friendship gilds the scene; / When man, of ripened powers possest, / Broods o'er the treasures of his breast; / Exults, in conscious worth elate, / Lord of himself--almost of fate; / Then, then declines the' unsteady flame, / Disease, slow mining, saps the frame; / Cold damps of age around are shed, / That chill the heart, and cloud the head.""","But O, the swiftly shortening day!
Low in the west the sinking ray!
With rapid pace advancing still
""The morning hoar, the evening chill,""
The falling leaf, the fading year,
And Winter ambushed in the rear!
Thus, when the fervid Passions cool,
And Judgement, late, begins to rule;
When Reason mounts her throne serene,
And social Friendship gilds the scene;
When man, of ripened powers possest,
Broods o'er the treasures of his breast;
Exults, in conscious worth elate,
Lord of himself--almost of fate;
Then, then declines the' unsteady flame,
Disease, slow mining, saps the frame;
Cold damps of age around are shed,
That chill the heart, and cloud the head.
The failing spirits prompt no more,
The curtain drops, life's day is o'er."
16555,•I've always wondered about this expression. (I'm dimly remembering examples from The Conquest of Mexico and perhaps some other things we read for Fliegelman my first year.) See also Sentimental Journey.,"Found again searching ""soul"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Metal,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,2010-03-11,6252,"","",2010-03-11 16:49:28 UTC,"""Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind; / Whose bursting heart disdains unjust controul, / Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul, / Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years, / Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears.""","Child of distress, who meet'st the bitter scorn
Of fellow-men to happier prospects born,
Doomed Art and Nature's various stores to see
Flow in full cups of joy--and not for thee;
Who seest the rich, to heaven and fate resigned,
Bear thy afflictions with a patient mind;
Whose bursting heart disdains unjust controul,
Who feel'st oppression's iron in thy soul,
Who dragg'st the load of faint and feeble years,
Whose bread is anguish, and whose water tears;
Bear, bear thy wrongs--fulfill thy destined hour,
Bend thy meek neck beneath the foot of Power;
But when thou feel'st the great deliverer nigh,
And thy freed spirit mounting seeks the sky,
Let no vain fears thy parting hour molest,
No whispered terrors shake thy quiet breast:
Think not their threats can work thy future woe,
Nor deem the Lord above like lords below;--
Safe in the bosom of that love repose
By whom the sun gives light, the ocean flows;
Prepare to meet a Father undismayed,
Nor fear the God whom priests and kings have made.
(ll. 1-22, pp. 139-40)"
16556,"",HDIS,"",2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,,6253,Blank Slate,"",2009-09-14 19:47:16 UTC,"The ""white page of innocence and youth"" may be tinted.","Life's chequered scenes these varied leaves display,
Pure white, and tenderest blush, and fading gray:--
The rosy tints of morning will not last,
And youth's gay flattering season soon is past.
O may thy gentle breast no changes know,
But such as from time's smoothest current flow;
No cares, but those whose mellowing influence steals
Mild o'er the' expansive heart that thinks and feels;
And with affection tried, experienced truth
Tint the white page of innocence and youth!
May Love for thee exert his fullest power,
And gild with sunniest gleams life's latest hour!
And friendship, health, and pleasure long be thine,
When cold the heart that pens this feeble line!
(ll. )"
16557,"",HDIS (Poetry),"",2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,,6245,"","",2013-09-27 20:39:36 UTC,"""Is there whose hours / Of still domestic leisure breathe the soul / Of friendship, peace, and elegant delight / Beneath poetic shades, where leads the Muse / Through walks of fragrance, and the fairy groves / Where young ideas blossom?""","Is there whom genius and whom taste adorn
With rare but happy union; in whose breast
Calm, philosophic, thoughtful, largely fraught
With stores of various knowledge, dwell the powers
That trace out secret causes, and unveil
Great Nature's awful face? Is there whose hours
Of still domestic leisure breathe the soul
Of friendship, peace, and elegant delight
Beneath poetic shades, where leads the Muse
Through walks of fragrance, and the fairy groves
Where young ideas blossom?--Is there one
Whose tender hand, lenient of human woes,
Wards off the dart of death, and smooths the couch
Of torturing anguish? On so dear a name
May blessings dwell, honour, and cordial praise;
Nor need he be a brother to be loved.
(ll. )"
16558,"•C-H categorizes in Poetry. REVISIT issues of genre.
•Bands belong under Fetters?",Searching HDIS (Poetry),Fetters,2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,2011-06-26,6255,"",I've included the entire Prologue,2011-05-27 14:27:39 UTC,"""This hallowed day, in Hymen's golden bands / Which joined consenting hearts and willing hands.""","""To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart,""--
Hold, hold! that's not my cue, we 've no intention
By ""tender strokes"" to sharpen girls' invention:
The soul will waken time enough, ne'er fear;
No lines shall rouse the slumbering passions here.
O! ever sacred be the deep repose
Which Youth, on Innocence' pure bosom, knows;
Before a wish, a throb, a care, have taught
The pangs of feeling or the lines of thought.
O happy period! soon to pass away,
Soon will the swelling gales assert their sway,
And drive the vessel from the sheltered port,--
O guide it Heaven!--of winds and waves the sport.
Nor yet ""to raise the genius"" is our aim,
With Shakespear's high-wrought scenes and words of flame.
A little story, drawn from fairy lore,
A nursery tale, this evening we explore:
""To mend the heart,"" indeed, we mean to try,
And show what poison lurks in flattery.
'Tis true our hero was a prince--what then!
Believe me, Flattery stoops to common men.
A little dose, made up with skill and care,
A grain or two of incense, all can bear:
'Tis life's first rule,--by complaisance we live;
All flatter all, and to receive we give.
Myself, for instance, am sent here tonight
With soothing speech your favour to invite;
And when our piece is done, perhaps e'en you,
My gentle auditors, may flatter too,
And make us boast our talents and our skill,
When all the merit is in your good will.
But there's a theme which asks a verse this day,
Where Flattery has no power her tints to lay;
This hallowed day, in Hymen's golden bands
Which joined consenting hearts and willing hands.
How many years ago should any ask,
Look round,--to count them is an easy task;
Each tiptoe girl, and each aspiring boy,
Date, as they pass, the years of love and joy.
O happy state! where blessings number years,
And smiles are only quenched in more delicious tears.
Here, should my willing lips the theme pursue,
And draw the lovely scene in colours due,
Paint the well-ordered home, the sacred seat
Where social joys and active virtues meet;
These wield in love, and those in love obey
The peaceful sceptre of domestic sway;
Where sparkling Fancy weaves her airy dream,
And Science sheds around her steady beam,--
Each answering heart the faithful sketch would own,
And glow with feelings raised by truth alone."
16559,"","Searching ""cell"" and ""thought"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Rooms,2005-08-28 00:00:00 UTC,,6250,"",I've included the entire Prologue,2009-09-14 19:47:16 UTC,"""How would it open every secret cell / Where cherished thought and fond remembrance sleep!""",How would it open every secret cell
Where cherished thought and fond remembrance sleep!
How many a tale each conscious step would tell!
How many a parted friend these eyes would weep!
16560,"","Searching ""reason"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2006-01-20 00:00:00 UTC,,6257,"",I've included the entire poem,2009-09-14 19:47:17 UTC,"""Yet still to humble hope enough is given / Of light from reason's lamp, and light from heaven, / To teach us what to follow, what to shun, / To bow the head and say ""Thy will be done!""","Say, ye who through this round of eighty years
Have proved its joys and sorrows, hopes and fears,--
Say, what is life, ye veterans, who have trod,
Step following step, its flowery, thorny road?
Enough of good to kindle strong desire,
Enough of ill to damp the rising fire,
Enough of love and fancy, joy and hope,
To fan desire and give the passions scope.
Enough of disappointment, sorrow, pain,
To seal the wise man's sentence, All is vain,--
And quench the wish to live those years again.
Science for man unlocks her various store,
And gives enough to urge the wish for more;
Systems and suns lie open to his gaze,
Nature invites his love, and God his praise;
Yet doubt and ignorance with his feelings sport,
And Jacob's ladder is some rounds too short.
Yet still to humble hope enough is given
Of light from reason's lamp, and light from heaven,
To teach us what to follow, what to shun,
To bow the head and say ""Thy will be done!"""
16561,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",Inhabitant,2006-03-15 00:00:00 UTC,,6258,"","",2009-09-14 19:47:17 UTC,"""Sweet are the thoughts that stir the virgin's breast / When love first enters there, a timid guest""","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."
16562,•REVISIT and find citation ,"Searching ""mind"" and ""balance"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2006-12-11 00:00:00 UTC,,6259,"","",2009-09-14 19:47:17 UTC,"""One only passion, strong and unconfined, / Disturbed the balance of her even mind""","Of gentle manners, and of taste refined,
With all the graces of a polished mind;
Clear sense and truth still shone in all she spoke,
And from her lips no idle sentence broke.
Each nicer elegance of art she knew;
Correctly fair, and regularly true.
Her ready fingers plied with equal skill
The pencil's task, the needle, or the quill;
So poised her feelings, so composed her soul,
So subject all to reason's calm controul,--
One only passion, strong and unconfined,
Disturbed the balance of her even mind:
One passion ruled despotic in her breast,
In every word, and look, and thought confest:--
But that was love; and love delights to bless
The generous transports of a fond excess.
(ll. ??)"
17302,"Leaving off googling here. Should REVISIT, pursue more googling and try ""her mind resembled""","Googling ""His mind resembled""","",2009-03-16 00:00:00 UTC,,6505,"",Life of the Author,2009-09-14 19:49:43 UTC,"""In this respect his mind resembled a well arranged volume; in which every subject forms a separate section, and each view of that subject a separate page.""","In one particular, he excelled most men of any age:--in the entire command of his thoughts. Having been driven by necessity to pursue his many avocations without the use of his eyes, his memory, naturally strong, acquired a power of retention unusual and surprising. It was not the power of recollecting words, or dates, or numbers of any kind. It was the power of remembering facts and thoughts: especially his own thoughts. When an event in history or biography, or a fact or principle in science, was once known, he appeared never to forget it. When a subject became once familiar to his mind, he rarely, if ever, lost its impression. In this respect his mind resembled a well arranged volume; in which every subject forms a separate section, and each view of that subject a separate page. He perfectly knew the order of the subjects; could turn to any page at will; and always found each impression as distinct and perlect as when first formed.
(p. 43)"