work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5214,Physiognomy,"Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-05-23 00:00:00 UTC,"By no means Madam, answered Mr. Fenton. For, if such Characters are impressed by Nature on the Countenance, independent of any such Characters in the Mind, this would, first, overthrow the whole System of the Physiognomists, who judged of the Mind by the Countenance alone. And, secondly, it would overthrow the Opinion of Socrates himself, who allowed that his Countenance had received such Impressions from the natural Bent and Disposition of his Mind. But, again, if the Mind has really a Power to impress her own Character or Likeness on the Countenance; what should take away this Power, why does she not retain it? Why should not a total Change of Character in the Soul, make some suitable Change of Character in the Aspect? It does, Madam, it does make a total Change. And there are thousands of Faces, in yonder sanctified City, that, once, expressed all the Sweetness of bashful Modesty; and yet are, now, as much hardened and bronzed over with Impudence; as the Face of the Statue at Charing-Cross.
(pp. 127-8)",,14071,•INTEREST. I've included twice: Impression and Face,"Characters are not impressed on the countenance independent of the characters in the mind because that would ""overthrow the whole System of Physiognomists"" and becuase ""it would overthrow the Opinion of Socrates himself, who allowed that his Countenance had received such Impressions from the natural Bent and Disposition of his Mind""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:39:55 UTC,"Vol. 2, Chap. 9"
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:16:46 UTC,"ARVIDA.
Some Months are pass'd since in the Danish Dungeon
With Care emaciate, and unwholsome Damps
Sick'ning I lay, chain'd to my flinty Bed,
And call'd on Death to ease me--strait a Light
Shone round, as when the Ministry of Heav'n
Descends to kneeling Saints. But O! the Form
That pour'd upon my Sight--Ye Angels speak!
For ye alone are like her; or present
Such Visions pictur'd to the nightly Eye
Of Fancy trans'd in Bliss. She then approach'd,
The softest Pattern of embodied Meekness,
For Pity had divinely touch'd her Eye,
And harmoniz'd her Motions--Ah, she cry'd,
Unhappy Stranger, art not thou the Man
Whose Virtues have endear'd thee to Gustavus?
(p. 13)",,22757,"","""Ye Angels speak! / For ye alone are like her; or present / Such Visions pictur'd to the nightly Eye / Of Fancy trans'd in Bliss.""",Eye,2013-09-16 04:16:46 UTC,""
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:18:13 UTC,"ARVIDA.
Do, rage and chafe, thy Wrath's beneath me, Cristiern.
How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness,
When such a Wretch, as I appear to be,
Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form,
And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion.
(p. 18)",,22758,"","""How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness, / When such a Wretch, as I appear to be, / Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form, / And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion.""","",2013-09-16 04:18:13 UTC,""
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:22:42 UTC,"GUSTAVUS
No other I esteem it.
Where lives the Man whose Reason slumbers not?
Still pure, still blameless, if at wonted Dawn
Again he wakes to Virtue.
(p. 42)",,22763,"","""Where lives the Man whose Reason slumbers not?""","",2013-09-16 04:22:42 UTC,""