work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:39:20 UTC,"They were people of rank; but unfortunately, though of an ancient family, the title had descended to a very remote branch---a branch they took care to be intimate with; and servilely copied the Countess's airs. Their minds were shackled with a set of notions concerning propriety, the fitness of things for the world's eye, trammels which always hamper weak people. What will the world say? was the first thing that was thought of, when they intended doing any thing they had not done before. Or what would the Countess do on such an occasion? And when this question was answered, the right or wrong was discovered without the trouble of their having any idea of the matter in their own heads. This same Countess was a fine planet, and the satellites observed a most harmonic dance around her.
(pp. 64-5)",,20041,"","""Their minds were shackled with a set of notions concerning propriety, the fitness of things for the world's eye, trammels which always hamper weak people.""",Fetters,2013-03-23 19:39:20 UTC,Chapter XI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:42:17 UTC,"It appears to me that every creature has some notion--or rather relish, of the sublime. Riches, and the consequent state, are the sublime of weak minds:--These images fill, nay, are too big for their narrow souls.
(p. 67)",,20042,"","""These images fill, nay, are too big for their narrow souls.""","",2013-03-23 19:42:17 UTC,Chapter XI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:44:04 UTC,"Henry was a man of learning; he had also studied mankind, and knew many of the intricacies of the human heart, from having felt the infirmities of his own. His taste was just, as it had a standard--- Nature, which he observed with a critical eye. Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved.
(pp. 73-4)",,20043,"","""Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved.""","",2013-03-23 19:44:04 UTC,Chapter XII
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:45:32 UTC,"In these abodes the unhappy individual, who, in the first paroxysm of grief, flies to them for refuge, finds too late she took a wrong step. The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow, the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart.
(p. 78)",,20044,"","""The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow, the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart.""",Metal,2013-03-23 19:45:32 UTC,Chapter XIII
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:47:03 UTC,"Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant. Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection.
(p. 95)",,20045,"","""Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant.""",Inhabitants,2013-03-23 19:47:03 UTC,Chapter XVI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:47:54 UTC,"Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant. Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection.
(p. 95)",,20046,"","""Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection.""",Inhabitants,2013-03-23 19:47:54 UTC,Chapter XVI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:49:51 UTC,"He had called her his dear girl; the words might have fallen from him by accident; but they did not fall to the ground. My child! His child, what an association of ideas! If I had had a father, such a father!--She could not dwell on the thoughts, the wishes which obtruded themselves. Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul. Lost, in waking dreams, she considered and reconsidered Henry's account of himself; till she actually thought she would tell Ann--a bitter recollection then roused her out of her reverie; and aloud she begged forgiveness of her.
(pp. 96-7)",,20047,"","""Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul.""","",2013-03-23 19:49:51 UTC,Chapter XVI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:51:47 UTC,"Mary, then, with all the frankness which marked her character, explained her situation to him, and mentioned her fatal tie with such disgust that he trembled for her. ""I cannot see him; he is not the man formed for me to love!"" Her delicacy did not restrain her, for her dislike to her husband had taken root in her mind long before she knew Henry. Did she not fix on Lisbon rather than France on purpose to avoid him? and if Ann had been in tolerable health she would have flown with her to some remote corner to have escaped from him.
(pp. 104-5)",,20048,"","""Her delicacy did not restrain her, for her dislike to her husband had taken root in her mind long before she knew Henry.""","",2013-03-23 19:51:47 UTC,Chapter XVIII
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
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:57:18 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)",,20050,"","""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.""",Metal,2013-03-23 19:57:18 UTC,Chapter XVIII