id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
13771,"","",2011-07-27,"""His looks, and the tone of voice with which he spoke this, made my blood run cold, and my heart die within me.""",2005-03-02 00:00:00 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Prose),"",5094,"That wife, said he, that woman whom you persuaded me to marry, I caught in adultery, and I punished the villain that wronged me with death. She shared in his fate, though without my intending it. For this act of justice, which the law will deem murder, I myself must die, and I am come but to take a last look. --What recompence then can you make the man, whom you have brought to misery, shame, and death?
His looks, and the tone of voice with which he spoke this, made my blood run cold, and my heart die within me.",Vol. 3,2011-07-27 14:46:59 UTC
13799,"","",,"""After rubbing her hands and feet till they were sore, suffocating her with burnt feathers, and half poisoning her with medicines, Sir Charles and her servants so far brought her to life, that after sending her attendants out of the room, she had just power to tell him, 'she had discovered an intrigue between his daughter and Simon the young farmer,' and then immediately sunk into another fit, which however did not last so long; for as she had removed the heavy burden off her mind, she soon began to recover.""",2004-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,Reading and using HDIS to doublecheck,"",5106,"After rubbing her hands and feet till they were sore, suffocating her with burnt feathers, and half poisoning her with medicines, Sir Charles and her servants so far brought her to life, that after sending her attendants out of the room, she had just power to tell him, 'she had discovered an intrigue between his daughter and Simon the young farmer,' and then immediately sunk into another fit, which however did not last so long; for as she had removed the heavy burden off her mind, she soon began to recover.
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13800,"","",,"""An idle mind, like fallow ground, is the soil for every weed to grow in; in it vice strengthens, the seed of every vanity flourishes unmolested and luxuriant; discontent, malignity, ill humour, spread far and wide, and the mind becomes a chaos, which it is beyond human power to call into order and beauty.""",2004-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,Reading and using HDIS to doublecheck search,"•See also the following entry (simile is extended into a metaphor).
•I've included twice: Fallow Ground and Weeds — There was a duplicate. I've deleted it.",5106,"'Certainly, answered Mrs. Maynard, it is not without its difficulties. For the first year of this establishment my friends dedicated most of their time and attention to this new community, who were every day either at the hall, or these ladies with them, endeavouring to cultivate in this sisterhood that sort of disposition which is most productive of peace. By their example and suggestions, (for it is difficult to give unreserved advice where you may be suspected of a design to dictate) by their examples and suggestions therefore, they led them to industry, and shewed it to be necessary to all stations, as the basis of almost every virtue. An idle mind, like fallow ground, is the soil for every weed to grow in; in it vice strengthens, the seed of every vanity flourishes unmolested and luxuriant; discontent, malignity, ill humour, spread far and wide, and the mind becomes a chaos, which it is beyond human power to call into order and beauty. This therefore my good friends laboured to expel from their infant establishment. They taught them that it was the duty of every person to be of service to others. That those whose hands and minds were by the favours of fortune exempt from the necessity of labouring for their own support, ought to be employed for such as are destitute of these advantages. They got this sisterhood to join with them in working for the poor people, in visiting, in admonishing, in teaching them wherever their situations required these services. Where they found that any of these ladies had a taste for gardening, drawing, music, reading, or any manual or mental art, they cultivated it, assisted them in the pleasantest means, and by various little schemes have kept up these inclinations with all the spirit of pursuit, which is requisite to preserve most minds from that state of languidness and inactivity, whereby life is rendered wearisome to those who have never found it unfortunate.
(118)","",2013-06-27 21:36:30 UTC
13803,"","",,"""Mad with despair, I have sought all means of obtaining, what I imagined the only cure for my distempered mind.""",2004-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,Reading and using HDIS to doublecheck search,"",5106,"The pleasure Sir Edward received at the account of Louisa's good fortune, and the still greater joy he felt at so evident a proof of her regard for him, made him for a time forget his pains, and flattered the good old steward with hopes, that his case was not so desperate as the surgeons represented it; but Sir Edward told him, 'he knew all hope was vain.' 'I must accuse myself, said he, of losing that lovely generous woman; what a treasure would have gladdened my future days, had I not rashly, I fear criminally shortened them, not by my own hand indeed, but how little different! Mad with despair, I have sought all means of obtaining, what I imagined the only cure for my distempered mind. Weary of life, since I could not possess her, in whom all my joys, all the wishes of my soul were centered, I seized every occasion of exposing myself to the enemy's sword. Contrary to my hopes, I escaped many times, when death seemed unavoidable; but grown more desperate by disappointment, I this morning went on an attack, where instead of attempting to conquer, all my endeavour was to be killed, and at last I succeeded, how fatally!' 'Oh! my Louisa,' continued he, 'and do I then lose thee by my own impatience! Had I, like thee, submitted to the disposition of providence, had I waited, from its mighty power, that relief which it alone can give, I might now be expecting with rapture the hour that should have united us for ever, instead of preparing for that which shall summon me to the grave, where even thou shalt be forgotten, and the last traces of thy lovely image effaced from my too faithful remembrance. How just are the decrees of the Almighty! Thy patience, thy resignation, and uncommon virtues are rewarded as they ought; my petulance, my impatience, which, as it were, flew in the face of my Maker, and sought to lose a life which he had intrusted to my keeping, and required me to preserve, is deservedly punished. I am deprived of that existence, which I would now endure whole ages of pain to recal, were it to be done, but it is past, and I submit to thy justice, thou all wise disposer of my fate.'
(152-3)","",2013-06-27 21:23:59 UTC
13804,"","",,"""I have now my love discharged the burden from my mind.""",2004-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,Reading and using HDIS to doublecheck search,"",5106,"'Can you, who have never erred, said Lady Emilia, see my offence in so fair a light? What may I not then hope from infinite mercy? I do hope; it would be criminal to doubt, when such consolatory promises appear in almost every page of holy writ. With pleasure I go where I am called, for I leave my child safe in the Divine Protection, and her own virtue; I leave her, I hope, to a happy life, and a far more happy death; when joys immortal will bless her through all eternity. I have now my love discharged the burden from my mind; not many hours of life remain, let me not pass them in caressing my dear daughter, which, though most pleasing to my fond heart, can end only in making me regret the loss of a world which will soon pass from my sight. Let me spend this hour, as I hope to do those that will succeed it through all eternity. Join with me in prayers to, and praises of him, in whom consists all our lasting happiness.'
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13828,Inhabitants,Voices Within,,"""She sometimes thought what he said was just, but aware of her partiality, she could not believe herself an unprejudiced judge, and feared that she might mistake the sophistry of love, for the voice of reason.""",2004-11-24 00:00:00 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Prose),"",5106,"Miss Mancel endeavoured as much as possible to avoid giving Sir Edward any opportunity of renewing his addresses; but his vigilance found the means of seeing her alone more than once, when he warmly urged the partiality of her behaviour, representing 'how much more his happiness was concerned in the success of a passion which possessed his whole soul, than his grandmother's could be in disappointing it. She, he observed, was actuated only by pride, he by the sincerest love that ever took place in a human heart. In accepting his addresses Louisa could only mortify Lady Lambton; in rejecting them, she must render him miserable. Which, he asked, had the best title to her regard, the woman who could ungenerously and injudiciously set a higher value on riches and birth than on her very superior excellencies, or the man who would gladly sacrifice fortune, and every other enjoyment the world could afford, to the possession of her; of her who alone could render life desirable to him?' By these, and many other arguments, and what was more prevalent than all the arguments that could be deduced from reason, by the tenderest intreaties that the most ardent passion could dictate, Sir Edward endeavoured to persuade Louisa to consent to marry him, but all proved unavailing. She sometimes thought what he said was just, but aware of her partiality, she could not believe herself an unprejudiced judge, and feared that she might mistake the sophistry of love, for the voice of reason. She was sure, while honour, truth, and gratitude, pleaded against inclination they must be in the right, though their remonstrances were hushed into a whisper by the louder sollicitations of passion. Convinced that she could not be to blame, while she acted in contradiction to her secret choice, since the sincerity of her intentions were thereby plainly, though painfully evinced, she persisted in refusing to become Sir Edward's wife, and told him, that 'if he did not discontinue his addresses, he would force her to leave the house, and retire to any place that would afford her a quiet refuge from his importunity.'
(pp. 115-6; Broadview p. 141)",Chapter 3. Miss Mancel and Mrs. Morgan's History Continued,2013-06-27 21:26:56 UTC
18774,"","",,"""Ye faithless Idols of our Sense, / Here own how vain your fond Pretence, / Ye empty Names of Joy!""",2011-06-23 04:14:59 UTC,Reading,"",6964,"Ye pale Inhabitants of Night,
Before my intellectual Sight
In solemn Pomp ascend:
O tell how trifling now appears
The Train of idle Hopes and Fears
That varying Life attend.
Ye faithless Idols of our Sense,
Here own how vain your fond Pretence,
Ye empty Names of Joy!
Your transient Forms like Shadows pass,
Frail Offspring of the magic Glass,
Before the mental Eye.
The dazzling Colours, falsely bright,
Attract the gazing vulgar Sight
With superficial State:
Thro' Reason's clearer Optics view'd,
How stript of all it's Pomp, how rude
Appears the painted Cheat.
(pp. 80-1)","",2011-06-23 04:14:59 UTC
18778,"","",,"""If by the Day's illusive Scenes misled, / My erring Soul from Virtue’s Path has stray'd; / Snar'd by example, or by Passion warm'd, / Some false Delight my giddy Sense has charm'd, / My calmer Thoughts the wretched Choice reprove, / And my best Hopes are center'd in thy Love.""",2011-06-23 16:34:40 UTC,Reading,"",6965,"While Night in solemn Shade invests the Pole,
And calm Reflexion soothes the pensive Soul;
While Reason undisturb'd asserts her Sway,
And Life’s deceitful Colours fade away:
To Thee! all-conscious Presence! I devote
This peaceful Interval of sober Thought.
Here all my better Faculties confine,
And be this Hour of sacred Silence thine.
If by the Day's illusive Scenes misled,
My erring Soul from Virtue’s Path has stray'd;
Snar'd by example, or by Passion warm'd,
Some false Delight my giddy Sense has charm'd,
My calmer Thoughts the wretched Choice reprove,
And my best Hopes are center'd in thy Love.
Depriv'd of this, can Life one Joy afford!
It's utmost Boast a vain unmeaning Word.
But ah! how oft' my lawless Passions rove,
And break those awful Precepts I approve!
Pursue the fatal Impulse I abhor,
And violate the Virtue I adore!
Oft' when thy better Spirit's guardian Care
Warn'd my fond Soul to shun the tempting Snare,
My stubborn Will his gentle Aid represt,
And check’d the rising Goodness in my Breast,
Mad with vain Hopes, or urg'd by false Desires,
Still'd his soft Voice, and quench'd his sacred Fires.
(ll. 1-26, pp. 31-2)","",2011-06-23 16:39:17 UTC
18787,"","",,"""But long e'er Paphos rose, or Poet sung, / In heav'nly Breasts the sacred Passion sprung: / The same bright Flames in raptur'd Seraphs glow, / As warm consenting Tempers here below.",2011-06-23 17:36:42 UTC,Reading,"",6969,"In what blest clime, beneath what fav'ring Skies,
Did thy fair Form, propitious Friendship rise?
With mystic Sense, the Poet's tuneful Tongue
*Urania's Birth in glitt'ring Fiction sung.
That Paphos first her smiling Presence own'd,
Which wide diffus'd it's happy Influence round,
With Hands united, and with Looks serene,
Th' attending Graces hail'd their new-born Queen;
The Zephyrs round her wav'd their purple Wing,
And shed the Fragrance of the breathing Spring;
The rosy Hours, advanc'd in silent Flight,
Led sparkling Youth, and ever new Delight.
Soft sigh the Winds, the Waters gently roll,
A purer Azure vests the lucid Pole,
All Nature welcom'd in the beauteous train,
Amd Heav'n and Earth smil'd conscious of the Scene.
But long e'er Paphos rose, or Poet sung,
In heav'nly Breasts the sacred Passion sprung:
The same bright Flames in raptur'd Seraphs glow,
As warm consenting Tempers here below:
While one Attraction Mortal, Angel, binds,
Virtue, which forms the Unison of Minds:
Friendship her soft harmonious Touch affords,
And gently strikes the sympathetic Chords,
Th' agreeing Notes in social Measures roll,
And the sweet Concert flows from Soul to Soul.
(ll. 15-40, pp. 16-17)
*There were two VENUSES among the Ancients; one called PANDEMUS, to whom they attributed the Love of wild disorderly Pleasures; the other nam'd URANIA, the Patroness and Inspirer of Friendship, Knowledge, and Virtue.","",2011-06-23 17:36:42 UTC
18798,Inhabitants,"",,"""In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice, / Attends each mental Pow'r.""",2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC,Reading,"",6973,"The Midnight Moon serenely smiles,
O'er Nature's soft Repose;
No low'ring Cloud obscures the Sky,
No ruffling Tempest blows.
Now ev'ry Passion sinks to Rest,
The throbbing Heart lies still:
And varying Schemes of Life no more
Distract the lab'ring Will.
In Silence hush'd, to Reason's Voice,
Attends each mental Pow'r:
Come dear Emilia, and enjoy
Reflexion's fav'rite Hour.
(pp. 65-66)","",2011-06-23 19:56:13 UTC