work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5871,Blank Slate,My own reading,2009-09-14 19:44:06 UTC,"The mind of a young woman lady should be clear and unsullied, like a sheet of white paper, or her own fairer face: lines of thinking destroy the dimples of beauty; aping the reason of man, they lose the exquisite, fascinating charm, in which consists their true empire.
(p. 57). ",,15611,"•The metaphor reworked in argument that follows. I have recorded this metaphor twice: it also appears in the database as a 'Body' metaphor.
•Note this citation in Ruth Perry's Women, Letters, and the Novel: a perfect governness should not permit letters to enter her house and never allows return answers, ""but what she is privy to; by which means, there is nothing we write we meed be ashamed of, were it legibly written on our Foreheads as well as Papers"" (133). From Hannah Wolley's The Gentlewoman's Companion (London 1673), p. 234. On the next page Perry observes, ""The governess was expected to try and control everything that passed through a girl's mind"" (134).","""The mind of a young woman lady should be clear and unsullied, like a sheet of white paper, or her own fairer face""",Writing,2009-09-14 19:44:06 UTC,In argument about what sort of reading women should undertake.
6506,"",Reading,2009-03-16 00:00:00 UTC,"Vivaldi paused a moment; for he now recollected the obscure and imperfect story, which Paulo had related while they were confined in the dungeon of Paluzzi, respecting a confession made in the church of the Black Penitents; but he could not presume to affirm, that it concerned Schedoni. He remembered also the monk's garments, stained with blood, which he had discovered in the vaults of that fort. The conduct of the mysterious being, who now stood before him, with many other particulars of his own adventures there, passed like a vision over his memory. His mind resembled the glass of a magician, on which the apparitions of long-buried events arise, and as they fleet away, point portentously to shapes half-hid in the duskiness of futurity. An unusual dread seized upon him; and a superstition, such as he had never before admitted in an equal degree, usurped his judgment. He looked up to the shadowy countenance of the stranger; and almost believed he beheld an inhabitant of the world of spirits.
(III.v, pp. 369-370)",,17303,"","""His mind resembled the glass of a magician, on which the apparitions of long-buried events arise, and as they fleet away, point portentously to shapes half-hid in the duskiness of futurity.""",Optics,2013-06-04 18:40:11 UTC,"Vol. III, Chap V"
6734,"","Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""mind.""",2010-07-08 19:54:38 UTC,"Without taking any notice of Mrs. Tattle, or her apprehensive looks, Mr.
Eden explained all he knew of the affair in a few words. ""Your son,""
concluded he, ""will quickly put off his dirty dress—The dress hath not
stained the mind—that is fair and honourable. When he felt himself in
the wrong, he said so; nor was he in haste to conceal his adventure from
his father; this made me think well of both father and son. I speak
plainly, friend, for that is best. But what is become of the other
chimney-sweeper? He will want to go home,"" said Mr. Eden, turning to
Mrs. Theresa. (Vol. II, part 2, pp. 175-6)",,17935,"","""'Your son,' concluded he, 'will quickly put off his dirty dress—The dress hath not stained the mind—that is fair and honourable.""""","",2013-10-06 19:13:40 UTC,"In the tale ""The Mimic."""
7159,"",Searching in Google Books,2012-01-09 22:34:40 UTC," [...] The carriage soon left the high roads; the hoofs of the horses were not to be heard, and I concluded they were for many miles running over turf. The mind of man, when disturbed, is a chaos, 'without form and void.' His ideas take no shape, or the formation he tries at swiftly dies. Millions of chimeras floated on my imagination all were rejected in speedy succession ere they became old enough to take the colour of reason; yet fancy will be busy till we are no more.
(I, pp. 137-8)",,19434,"","""The mind of man, when disturbed, is a chaos, 'without form and void.' His ideas take no shape, or the formation he tries at swiftly dies.""","",2012-01-09 22:34:40 UTC,""
7159,"",Searching in Google Books,2012-01-09 22:36:28 UTC," [...] The carriage soon left the high roads; the hoofs of the horses were not to be heard, and I concluded they were for many miles running over turf. The mind of man, when disturbed, is a chaos, 'without form and void.' His ideas take no shape, or the formation he tries at swiftly dies. Millions of chimeras floated on my imagination all were rejected in speedy succession ere they became old enough to take the colour of reason; yet fancy will be busy till we are no more.
(I, pp. 137-8)",,19435,"","""Millions of chimeras floated on my imagination all were rejected in speedy succession ere they became old enough to take the colour of reason; yet fancy will be busy till we are no more.""","",2012-01-09 22:36:28 UTC,""
6506,"",Reading,2013-06-04 18:49:07 UTC,"Vivaldi stopped at the little gate, which led into the garden, where the elder lady repeated her acknowledgments for his care, but did not invite him to enter; and he, trembling with anxiety and sinking with disappointment, remained for a moment gazing upon Ellena, unable to take leave, yet irresolute what to say that might prolong the interview, till the old lady again bade him good-day. He then summoned courage enough to request he might be allowed to enquire after her health, and, having obtained a reluctant permission, his eyes bade adieu to Ellena, who, as they were parting, ventured to thank him for the care he had taken of her aunt. The sound of her voice, and this acknowledgment of obligation, made him less willing to go than before, but at length he tore himself away. The beauty of her countenance haunting his imagination, and the touching accents of her voice still vibrating on his heart, he descended to the shore below her residence, pleasing himself with the consciousness of being near her, though he could no longer behold her; and sometimes hoping that he might again see her, however distantly, in a balcony of the house, where the silk awning seemed to invite the breeze from the sea. He lingered hour after hour, stretched beneath the umbrageous pines that waved over the shore, or traversing, regardless of the heat, the base of the cliffs that crowned it; recalling to his fancy the enchantment of her smile, and seeming still to listen to the sweetness of her accents.
(I.i, pp. 10-1)",,20299,"","""The beauty of her countenance haunting his imagination, and the touching accents of her voice still vibrating on his heart, he descended to the shore below her residence, pleasing himself with the consciousness of being near her, though he could no longer behold her; and sometimes hoping that he might again see her, however distantly, in a balcony of the house, where the silk awning seemed to invite the breeze from the sea.""","",2013-06-04 18:49:07 UTC,"Vol. I, Chap i"
6506,"",Reading,2013-06-04 18:51:52 UTC,"Vincentio inherited much of the character of his father, and very little of that of his mother. His pride was as noble and generous as that of the Marchese; but he had somewhat of the fiery passions of the Marchesa, without any of her craft, her duplicity, or vindictive thrift of revenge. Frank in his temper, ingenuous in his sentiments, quickly offended, but easily appeased; irritated by any appearance of disrespect, but melted by a concession, a high sense of honor rendered him no more jealous of offence, than a delicate humanity made him ready for reconciliation, and anxious to spare the feelings of others.
(I.i, p. 12)",,20300,"","""His pride was as noble and generous as that of the Marchese; but he had somewhat of the fiery passions of the Marchesa, without any of her craft, her duplicity, or vindictive thrift of revenge.""","",2013-06-04 18:51:52 UTC,"Vol. I, Chap. 1"
6506,"",Reading,2013-06-04 18:52:53 UTC,"'Why, I mean that I could be superstitious. This place, perhaps, infests my mind with congenial gloom, for I find that, at this moment, there is scarcely a superstition too dark for my credulity.'
Vivaldi smiled. 'And you must allow,' added Bonarmo, 'that he has appeared under circumstances somewhat extraordinary. How could he know your name, by which, you say, he addressed you at the first meeting? How should he know from whence you came, or whether you designed to return? By what magic could he become acquainted with your plans?'
(I.i, p. 24)",,20301,"","""This place, perhaps, infests my mind with congenial gloom, for I find that, at this moment, there is scarcely a superstition too dark for my credulity.""","",2013-06-04 18:52:53 UTC,"Vol. I, Chap i"
6506,"",Reading,2013-06-04 18:54:37 UTC,"During this interval, he was agitated at one moment with quick impatience, and at another with enthusiastic pleasure, while he gazed on the altar whence he had seen Ellena rise, and where, to his fancy, she still appeared, and on every object, on which he knew her eyes had lately dwelt. These objects so familiar to her, had in the imagination of Vivaldi acquired somewhat of the sacred character she had impressed upon his heart, and affected him in some degree as her presence would have done. He trembled as he took up the lute she had been accustomed to touch, and, when he awakened the chords, her own voice seemed to speak. A drawing, half-finished, of a dancing nymph remained on a stand, and he immediately understood that her hand had traced the lines. It was a copy from Herculaneum, and, though a copy, was touched with the spirit of original genius. The light steps appeared almost to move, and the whole figure displayed the airy lightness of exquisite grace. Vivaldi perceived this to be one of a set that ornamented the apartment, and observed with surprise, that they were the particular subjects, which adorned his father's cabinet, and which he had understood to be the only copies permitted from the originals in the Royal Museum.
(I.ii, pp. 30-1)",,20302,"","""These objects so familiar to her, had in the imagination of Vivaldi acquired somewhat of the sacred character she had impressed upon his heart, and affected him in some degree as her presence would have done.""
",Impressions,2013-06-04 18:54:37 UTC,"Vol. I, Chap. ii"
6506,"","",2013-06-04 18:55:46 UTC,"From this moment Vivaldi seemed to have arisen into a new existence; the whole world to him was Paradise; that smile seemed impressed upon his heart for ever. In the fulness of present joy, he believed it impossible that he could ever be unhappy again, and defied the utmost malice of future fortune. With footsteps light as air, he returned to Naples, nor once remembered to look for his old monitor on the way.
(I.ii, p. 35)",,20303,"","""From this moment Vivaldi seemed to have arisen into a new existence; the whole world to him was Paradise; that smile seemed impressed upon his heart for ever.""",Impressions,2013-06-04 18:55:46 UTC,"Vol. I, Chap ii"