work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6101,"","Searching in ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"'Twas thus Apelles bask'd in beauty's rays,
And felt the mischief of the stedfast gaze;
Trac'd with disorder'd hand Campaspe's charms,
And as their beam the kindling canvas warms,
Triumphant love, with still superior art,
Engraves their wonders on the Painter's heart.
(Cf. p. 6 in 1781 edition)
",,16131,"•As noticed previously, engraving may belong to both Writing and the Visual Arts. Here is seems (at the mention of the picture) that the engraving belongs to the category of Visual Arts.
","""Triumphant love, with still superior art, / Engraves their wonders on the Painter's heart.""","",2014-06-11 14:33:52 UTC,""
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:54:53 UTC,"""Dear enthusiastic creature,"" whispered Henry, ""how you steal into my soul."" She still continued. ""The same turn of mind which leads me to adore the Author of all Perfection--which leads me to conclude that he only can fill my soul; forces me to admire the faint image--the shadows of his attributes here below; and my imagination gives still bolder strokes to them. I know I am in some degree under the influence of a delusion--but does not this strong delusion prove that I myself 'am of subtiler essence than the trodden clod:' these flights of the imagination point to futurity; I cannot banish them. Every cause in nature produces an effect; and am I an exception to the general rule? have I desires implanted in me only to make me miserable? will they never be gratified? shall I never be happy? My feelings do not accord with the notion of solitary happiness. In a state of bliss, it will be the society of beings we can love, without the alloy that earthly infirmities mix with our best affections, that will constitute great part of our happiness.
(pp. 108-9)",,20049,"","""The same turn of mind which leads me to adore the Author of all Perfection--which leads me to conclude that he only can fill my soul; forces me to admire the faint image--the shadows of his attributes here below; and my imagination gives still bolder strokes to them.""","",2013-03-23 19:58:50 UTC,Chapter XVIII
7425,"",Reading,2013-06-13 15:31:43 UTC,"Sonnet XXXVI.
Should the lone Wanderer, fainting on his way,
Rest for a moment of the sultry hours,
And tho' his path thro' thorns and roughness lay,
Pluck the wild rose, or woodbine's gadding flowers;
Weaving gay wreaths, beneath some sheltering tree,
The sense of sorrow, he awhile may lose;
So have I sought thy flowers, fair Poesy!
So charm'd my way, with Friendship and the Muse
But darker now grows life's unhappy day,
Dark, with new clouds of evil, yet to come,
Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away,
And weary Hope reclines upon the tomb;
And points my wishes to that tranquil shore,
Where the pale spectre Care, pursues no more.",,20615,"","""Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away, / And weary Hope reclines upon the tomb.""","",2013-06-13 15:31:43 UTC,""
7439,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-14 05:05:51 UTC,"The gust grew more vehement, and deafened her with it's fury; while the mountainous waves it had raised, burst thundering against the rocks and seemed to shake their very foundation. Emmeline, at the picture her imagination drew of their united powers of desolation, shuddered involuntarily and sighed.
(III, p. 219)",,20677,"","""Emmeline, at the picture her imagination drew of their united powers of desolation, shuddered involuntarily and sighed.""","",2013-06-14 05:05:51 UTC,""
5579,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-15 20:59:06 UTC,"A total silence for some time succeeded his departure: Cecilia found it difficult to recover from the surprise into which she had been thrown sufficiently for speech: in following her extraordinary director, her imagination had painted to her a scene such as she had so lately quitted, and prepared her to behold some family in distress, some helpless creature in sickness, or some children in want; but of these to see none, to meet but one person, and that one fair, young, and delicate,---an introduction so singular to an object so unthought of, deprived her of all power but that of shewing her amazement.
(II, p. 63)",,20745,"","""In following her extraordinary director, her imagination had painted to her a scene such as she had so lately quitted, and prepared her to behold some family in distress, some helpless creature in sickness, or some children in want.""","",2013-06-15 20:59:06 UTC,""
5579,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-16 19:52:50 UTC,"""Yet hear me,"" proceeded she, ""and believe me not so unjust as to consider him alone; you, also, would be an equal, though a less stormy sufferer. You fancy, at this moment, that once more to meet him would soothe your uneasiness, and that to take of him a farewell, would soften the pain of the separation: how false such reasoning! how dangerous such consolation! acquainted ere you meet that you were to meet him no more, your heart would be all softness and grief, and at the very moment when tenderness should be banished from your intercourse, it would bear down all opposition of judgment, spirit, and dignity: you would hang upon every word, because every word would seem the last, every look, every expression would be rivetted in your memory, and his image in this parting distress would be painted upon your mind, in colours that would eat into its peace, and perhaps never be erased.""
(IV, pp. 217-8)",,20779,"","""[A]cquainted ere you meet that you were to meet him no more, your heart would be all softness and grief, and at the very moment when tenderness should be banished from your intercourse, it would bear down all opposition of judgment, spirit, and dignity: you would hang upon every word, because every word would seem the last, every look, every expression would be rivetted in your memory, and his image in this parting distress would be painted upon your mind, in colours that would eat into its peace, and perhaps never be erased.""",Writing,2013-06-16 19:52:50 UTC,""
5184,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-27 19:36:57 UTC,"I approached the most lovely of men; the traces of sorrow were visible on his countenance; he died in the moment when he heard the happiness which had been vainly intended for him. My tears streamed afresh when I beheld him, when I remembered the sweet hours we had passed together, the gay scenes which hope had painted to our hearts; I wept over the friend I had so loved, I pressed his cold hand to my lips.
(II, p. 184)",,21221,"","""My tears streamed afresh when I beheld him, when I remembered the sweet hours we had passed together, the gay scenes which hope had painted to our hearts; I wept over the friend I had so loved, I pressed his cold hand to my lips.""","",2013-06-27 19:36:57 UTC,Volume II
7590,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 04:13:39 UTC,"DAVID.
New as I am to all the trade of war,
Each sound has novelty; each thing I see
Attracts attention; every noise I hear
Awakes confus'd emotions; indistinct,
Yet full of charming tumult, sweet distraction.
'Tis all delightful hurry! Oh! the joy
Of young ideas painted on the mind,
In the warm glowing colours fancy spreads
On objects not yet known, when all is new,
And all is lovely! Ah! what warlike sound
Salutes my ravish'd ear?
(Part II, p. 71)",,22176,"","""Oh! the joy / Of young ideas painted on the mind, / In the warm glowing colours fancy spreads / On objects not yet known, when all is new, / And all is lovely!""","",2013-08-16 04:13:39 UTC,David and Goliath: A Sacred Drama
5507,"",Searching ECCO-TCP,2014-07-23 19:37:48 UTC,"TO resist the urgency of entreaty, is a power which I have not yet acquired: I aim not at an authority which deprives you of liberty, yet I would fain guide myself by a prudence which should save me the pangs of repentance. Your impatience to fly to a place which your imagination has painted to you in colours so attractive, surprizes me not; I have only to hope that the liveliness of your fancy may not deceive you: to refuse, would be to raise it still higher. To see my Evelina happy, is to see myself without a wish: go then, my child, and may that Heaven which alone can, direct, preserve, and strengthen you! To That, my love, will I daily offer prayers for your felicity; O may it guard, watch over you! defend you from danger, save you from distress, and keep vice as distant from your person as from your heart! And to Me, may it grant the ultimate blessing of closing these aged eyes in the arms of one so dear--so deservedly beloved!
(I, pp. 21-22)",,24212,"","""Your impatience to fly to a place which your imagination has painted to you in colours so attractive, surprizes me not; I have only to hope that the liveliness of your fancy may not deceive you: to refuse, would be to raise it still higher.""","",2014-07-23 19:37:48 UTC,""
5507,"",Searching ECCO-TCP,2014-07-23 20:15:50 UTC,"I mean not to depreciate the merit of Lord Orville, who, one mysterious instance alone excepted, seems to have deserved the idea you formed of his character; but it was not time, it was not the knowledge of his worth, obtained your regard; your new comrade had not patience to wait any trial; her glowing pencil, dipt in the vivid colours of her creative ideas, painted to you, at the moment of your first acquaintance, all the excellencies, all the good and rare qualities, which a great length of time, and intimacy, could alone have really discovered.
(II, p. 144)",,24245,"","""but it was not time, it was not the knowledge of his worth, obtained your regard; your new comrade had not patience to wait any trial; her glowing pencil, dipt in the vivid colours of her creative ideas, painted to you, at the moment of your first acquaintance, all the excellencies, all the good and rare qualities, which a great length of time, and intimacy, could alone have really discovered.""","",2014-07-23 20:15:50 UTC,""