text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"If Reason rules within, and keeps the throne,
While the inferior faculties obey,
And all her laws without reluctance own,
Accounting none more fit, more just than they;
If Virtue my free soul unsullied keeps,
Exempting it from passion and from stain,
If no black guilty thoughts disturb my sleeps,
And no past crimes my vexed remembrance pain;
(ll. 9-16, p. 4)",2009-09-14 19:34:56 UTC,"""Reason rules within, and keeps the throne / While the inferior faculties obey, / And all her laws with reluctance own""",2009-09-14 19:34:56 UTC,"","",2004-06-10,"","•I am tempted to multiply the number of entries after rediscovering this entry in an HDIS search for ""rule"" and ""reason"", but I will not.
•Rediscovered yet again (7/15/2004). Created new entry for Throne","Reading; found again searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10389,4006
"When by soft moving Ovid I am told,
Of those strange Changes which were wrought of old,
When Gods in Brutal Shapes did Mortals court,
And unbecoming Actions made their Sport,
When helpless Wretches fled from impious Pow'rs,
And hid themselves in Birds, Beasts, Trees, and Flow'rs:
When none from Outrage cou'd securely dwell,
But felt the Rage of Heav'n, of Earth, and Hell:
Methinks, I see those Passions well exprest,
Which play the Tyrant in the Mortal Breast:
They to Ten thousand Miseries expose,
And are our only, and our deadly Foes:
They like the Vultur on our Entrails prey,
And in our Path the Golden Apple lay,
But from us snatch our dear Euridices away.
Up the steep Hill the pond'rous Torment roll,
And cheat with empty Shews the famish'd Soul:
Those who are still submitted to their Sway,
Must in the gloomy Realms of Pluto stay,
And never more re-visit cheerful Day:
But those who're from their earthly Dross calcin'd,
Who tast the Pleasures of a virtuous Mind,
Who'd rather chuse to die, than once their Conscience stain,
Who midst Temptations Innocence retain,
And o'er themselves an undisputed Empire gain:
In th' Elysian Fields shall be for ever blest,
And with the Happy, there enjoy the Sweets of Rest.",2009-09-14 19:34:57 UTC,"In Ovid ""Methinks, I see those Passions well exprest, / Which play the Tyrant in the Mortal Breast""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"",Ruling Passion,,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10403,4011
"Teach the luxurious with a noble Scorn
To look on all the glitt'ring Trifles here below:
Tell them they were for higher Bus'ness born,
And on their Minds should all their Thoughts bestow;
There all their Care, and all their Skill should show.
Tell them the Pomp of Life is but a Snare,
Riches, Temptations which they ought to fear,
Empire, a Burthen few have Strength enough to bear.
The true, substantial Wealth is lodg'd within;
'Tis there the brightest Gems are found:
Such as wou'd great and glorious Treasures win,
Treasures which theirs for ever will remain,
Must Piety and Wisdom strive to gain:
Those shining Ornaments which always prove
Incentives to Respect and Love.
Virtue its Splendor ever will retain,
And Wisdom still an inward State maintain;
Still in the Soul with a Majestick Grandeur reign.
In vicious Minds they Admiration raise,
What they won't practice, they are forc'd to praise:
With gnawing Envy they their Triumphs view,
But dare not their malignant Rancor shew,
Nor undisguis'd the Dictates of their Spite pursue:
Like Birds obscene they shun th' offensive Light,
And hide themselves beneath the gloomy Veil of Night.
Thrice blest are they who're with interior Graces crown'd,
Whose Minds with rational Delights abound,
With Pleasures more delicious, more refin'd,
Than the voluptuous can in their Enjoyments find;
Such Pleasures as ne'er yet regal'd their Sense,
Which Earth can't give, nor mightiest Kings dispence,
And whose Description far exceeds the Pow'r of Eloquence.",2009-09-14 19:34:57 UTC,"""Virtue its Splendor ever will retain, / And Wisdom still an inward State maintain; / Still in the Soul with a Majestick Grandeur reign.""",2005-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,70,Inwardness,,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10407,4010
"Teach the luxurious with a noble Scorn
To look on all the glitt'ring Trifles here below:
Tell them they were for higher Bus'ness born,
And on their Minds should all their Thoughts bestow;
There all their Care, and all their Skill should show.
Tell them the Pomp of Life is but a Snare,
Riches, Temptations which they ought to fear,
Empire, a Burthen few have Strength enough to bear.
The true, substantial Wealth is lodg'd within;
'Tis there the brightest Gems are found:
Such as wou'd great and glorious Treasures win,
Treasures which theirs for ever will remain,
Must Piety and Wisdom strive to gain:
Those shining Ornaments which always prove
Incentives to Respect and Love.
Virtue its Splendor ever will retain,
And Wisdom still an inward State maintain;
Still in the Soul with a Majestick Grandeur reign.
In vicious Minds they Admiration raise,
What they won't practice, they are forc'd to praise:
With gnawing Envy they their Triumphs view,
But dare not their malignant Rancor shew,
Nor undisguis'd the Dictates of their Spite pursue:
Like Birds obscene they shun th' offensive Light,
And hide themselves beneath the gloomy Veil of Night.
Thrice blest are they who're with interior Graces crown'd,
Whose Minds with rational Delights abound,
With Pleasures more delicious, more refin'd,
Than the voluptuous can in their Enjoyments find;
Such Pleasures as ne'er yet regal'd their Sense,
Which Earth can't give, nor mightiest Kings dispence,
And whose Description far exceeds the Pow'r of Eloquence.",2009-09-14 19:34:57 UTC,"""Thrice blest are they who're with interior Graces crown'd, / Whose Minds with rational Delights abound""",2005-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,70,"",,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""interior"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10408,4010
"Great was the joy of the two friends at meeting. Miss Melvyn's situation at home was rendered as irksome as possible, by Lady Melvyn's behaviour both to her and Sir Charles, who, notwithstanding her ill treatment, was extremely fond of, and totally guided by her. His mind was so entirely enslaved, that he beheld nothing but in the light wherein she pleased to represent it, and was so easy a dupe, that she could scarcely feel the joys of self triumph in her superior art, which was on no subject so constantly exerted, as in keeping up a coldness in Sir Charles towards his daughter; this she had with tolerable facility effected in her absence, and was assiduously careful to preserve now she was present. To those who know not the power an artful woman can obtain over a weak man, it would appear incredible, that any father could be prejudiced against a daughter, whose whole attention was to please him. She had so perfect a command over her temper, that she never appeared to take offence at any thing Lady Melvyn said or did, though that lady endeavoured by every provocation to throw her off her guard. This behaviour only encreased her hatred, which was not in the least abated by Miss Melvyn's taking every opportunity of being serviceable to her brothers and sisters-in-law. Lady Melvyn persuaded Sir Charles, that his daughter's calmness was only assumed in his presence, and continually complained of her insolence, when he was not by. If he ever appeared to doubt the truth of her report, she would burst into tears, complain of his want of love, and little confidence in her; and sometimes thought proper to shew her grief at such treatment, by a pretended hysteric fit, always ready at call to come to her assistance, though really so unnecessarily lavished on one easily duped without those laborious means, that it appeared a wantonness of cunning, which was thus exerted only for its own indulgence. She soon perceived that Miss Melvyn rather chose to submit to any aspersions, than to render her father unhappy, by undeceiving him; and taking advantage of this generosity, would sometimes, to establish his opinion of her veracity, accuse Miss Melvyn to her face of offences which she had never committed, and things she had never said.
(104-5)",2012-01-06 18:36:00 UTC,"""His mind was so entirely enslaved, that he beheld nothing but in the light wherein she pleased to represent it, and was so easy a dupe, that she could scarcely feel the joys of self triumph in her superior art, which was on no subject so constantly exerted, as in keeping up a coldness in Sir Charles towards his daughter; this she had with tolerable facility effected in her absence, and was assiduously careful to preserve now she was present.""",2004-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading and using HDIS to doublecheck search,13798,5106
"The new married pair set out early the next morning, and arrived at Mr. Morgan's seat the following day. The house was large and old, the furniture not much less ancient, the situation dreary the roads every where bad, the soil a stiff clay, wet and dirty, except in the midst of summer; the country round it disagreeable, and in short, destitute of every thing that could afford any satisfaction to Mrs. Morgan. Nature no where appears graced with fewer charms. Mrs. Morgan however had vexations so superior, that she paid little regard to external circumstances, and was so fully determined to acquit herself properly in her new sphere, that she appeared pleased with every thing around her. Hypocrisy, as she observed, was now become a virtue, and the only one which she found it difficult to practise. They were received on their arrival by a maiden sister of Mr. Morgan's, who till then had kept his house, and he intended should still remain in it; for as through the partiality of an aunt, who had bred her up, she was possessed of a large fortune, her brother, in whom avarice was the ruling passion, was very desirous of keeping in her favour.
(iii, pp. 103-4)",2013-06-27 21:16:11 UTC,"""They were received on their arrival by a maiden sister of Mr. Morgan's, who till then had kept his house, and he intended should still remain in it; for as through the partiality of an aunt, who had bred her up, she was possessed of a large fortune, her brother, in whom avarice was the ruling passion, was very desirous of keeping in her favour.""",2004-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,Chapter 3,Ruling Passion,2010-10-04,"","","Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",13807,5106
"When Lady Lambton took leave of Louisa, she would have forced her to receive a very handsome present; Louisa had accepted many while she lived with her ladyship, but at this time she said, 'it would look like receiving a compensation for the loss of Sir Edward; and as she chose to sacrifice both her inclinations and happiness to her regard for Lady Lambton, she could not be induced to accept any thing that looked like a reward for an action, which if she had not thought it her duty, nothing could have prevailed with her to perform.' The tenderest affections of her heart were too much concerned in what she had done, to leave her the power of feeling any apprehensions of poverty; all the evils that attend it then appeared to her so entirely external, that she beheld them with the calm philosophy of a stoic, and not from a very contrary motive; the insensibility of each arose from a ruling passion; the stoic's from pride, her's from love. But though she feared not poverty, she saw it was advisable to fix upon some establishment, as soon as it could be obtained; and therefore received great satisfaction from being assured of Mrs. Thornby's acceptance of her services. Mr. d'Avora was not without hopes, that if Sir Edward continued constant till Lady Lambton's death, Louisa might then, without any breach of honour or gratitude, marry him; though to have engaged herself to do so, would, as she observed, have been scarcely less inexcusable than an immediate consent; therefore he advised her to assume another name, as Sir Edward might not choose, after she was his wife, to have it known that she had been reduced to servitude.
(pp. 122-3)",2013-06-27 21:15:42 UTC,"""The tenderest affections of her heart were too much concerned in what she had done, to leave her the power of feeling any apprehensions of poverty; all the evils that attend it then appeared to her so entirely external, that she beheld them with the calm philosophy of a stoic, and not from a very contrary motive; the insensibility of each arose from a ruling passion; the stoic's from pride, her's from love.""",2004-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,Chapter 3,Ruling Passion,,"",•Should I include twice? [NO],"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",13808,5106
"This young lady was almost a new character to Mr. Alworth. He had lived constantly, at his grand-mother's till he went abroad, and as soon as he returned into the kingdom he went thither; from which, as it was the middle of summer, and consequently London had no temptations, he had never stirred. He therefore had been little used to any woman but his sober and sensible grand-mother's two cousins who were pretty enough, but had no great charms of understanding; a sister rather silly, and the incomparable Harriot, whose wit was as sound as her judgment solid and sterling, free from affectation, and all little effeminate arts and airs. Reason governed her thoughts and actions, nor could the greatest flow of spirits make her for a moment forget propriety. Every thing in her was natural grace, she was always consistent and uniform, and a stranger to caprice.",2013-06-27 21:33:12 UTC,"""Reason governed her thoughts and actions, nor could the greatest flow of spirits make her for a moment forget propriety.""",2005-06-02 00:00:00 UTC,Chapter 6,"",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Prose),13881,5106
"I have this moment a letter from my father: he approves my design, but begs me for a short time to delay it: my heart ill bears this delay: I will carry the letter to lady Julia.
She approves my father's reasons, yet begs I will leave Belmont: her will is the law of my heart; yet a few days I must give to love. I will go on Tuesday to lord T---'s. His friendship will assist me in the only view which makes life supportable to me; he will point out, he will lead me to the path of wealth and greatness.
(I, pp 192-3)",2013-06-27 19:20:18 UTC,"""I will leave Belmont: her will is the law of my heart; yet a few days I must give to love.""",2005-04-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Volume 1, Letter 36","",,Court,"•INTEREST. This is the first time I've found a metaphor of election!
• HUH? — What do I mean?","Searching ""heart"" and ""law"" in HDIS (Prose)",13959,5184
"To Miss Fermor.
Sunday morning.
Could you have believed he would have expected such a proof of my desire to oblige him? but what can he ask that his Emily will refuse? I will see this friend of his, this Madame Des Roches; I will even love her, if it is in woman to be so disinterested. She loves him; he sees her; they say she is amiable; I could have wished her visit to Quebec had been delayed.
But he comes; he looks up; his eyes seem to thank me for this excess of complaisance: what is there I would not do to give him pleasure?
Six o'clock.
Do you think her so very pleasing, my dear Bell? she has fine eyes, but have they not more fire than softness? There was a vivacity in her manner which hurt me extremely: could she have behaved with such unconcern, had she loved as I do?
Do you think it possible, Lucy, for a Frenchwoman to love? is not vanity the ruling passion of their hearts?
May not Rivers be deceived in supposing her so much attached to him? was there not some degree of affectation in her particular attention to me? I cannot help thinking her artful.
Perhaps I am prejudiced: she may be amiable, but I will own she does not please me. Rivers begged me to have a friendship for her; I am afraid this is more than is in my power: friendship, like love, is the child of sympathy, not of constraint.
Adieu! Yours,
Emily Montague.
(II, pp. 171-2)",2013-06-27 19:48:26 UTC,"""Do you think it possible, Lucy, for a Frenchwoman to love? is not vanity the ruling passion of their hearts?""",2004-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Volume II, Letter 110",Ruling Passion,,"","","Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",14262,5316