work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5012,"","Searching ""head"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Prose)",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"A word or two relating to transubstantiation. (10) Note, reader, in the fourth volume of a work, called, Notes relating to Men, and Things, and Books, you will find some more of my remarks on the Abbé Le Blanc's epistles. You will see, among other observations on this monk, a vindication of Archbishop Tillotson. The Abbé rails at one of this prelate's fine sermons, with great malice and impudence, and has the vanity to think his miserable declamation an answer. This wretched and despicable Romish apostate has the impudence and impiety to defend the worship of his God of dough, and would, if it were in his power, persuade the readers of his letters, to adore the tiny cake he prostrates himself before. For this the reader will find the mass-priest well chastised in the work I have referred to; and see the doctrine of the Lord's Supper set in a true light. You will find there a curious history of the mass, from the time the popish doctors first drew it out of the bottomless pit; and see it made quite evident, that in this abominable article of their faith, as well as in every other part of their execrable religion, theymake void the law of God, and sink the human race into the vilest slavery and idolatry. Beware then, Christians, of popery. Still bravely dare to protest against her infernal schemes and inventions, and draw your religion from the book of God, that holy volume of inestimable treasure. It is our light in darkness,--our comfort under affliction,--our direction to heaven,--and let us die in defence of it, if ever there should be occasion, rather than suffer the blood-thirsty papists, the red-handed idolaters, to snatch it out of our hands. They will give us for it the despicable legends of fictitious saints and false miracles;--a history of diseases cured instantly by relicks;--accounts of speaking images;--stories of travelling chapels;--wonders done by a Madona;--and the devil knows what he has crowded into their wretched heads. Down with popery then, the religion of hell, and may that happy state be erected, when truth andlove shall embrace and reign. Come Lord Jesus, come quickly.",,13513,"","""They will give us for it the despicable legends of fictitious saints and false miracles;--a history of diseases cured instantly by relicks;--accounts of speaking images;--stories of travelling chapels;--wonders done by a Madona;--and the devil knows what he has crowded into their wretched heads""","",2009-09-14 19:38:36 UTC,"Vol. 2, Part 4, Chap. 9"
5038,"",Reading. Drawing from online edition at http://www.bartleby.com/ ,2005-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"NOR is this remark in general less applicable to the qualities of the mind. Those virtues which cause admiration, and are of the sublimer kind, produce terror rather than love; such as fortitude, justice, wisdom, and the like. Never was any man amiable by force of these qualities. Those which engage our hearts, which impress us with a sense of loveliness, are the softer virtues; easiness of temper, compassion, kindness, and liberality; though certainly those latter are of less immediate and momentous concern to society, and of less dignity. But it is for that reason that they are so amiable. The great virtues turn principally on dangers, punishments, and troubles, and are exercised rather in preventing the worst mischiefs, than in dispensing favours; and are therefore not lovely, though highly venerable. The subordinate turn on reliefs, gratifications, and indulgences; and are therefore more lovely, though inferior in dignity. Those persons who creep into the hearts of most people, who are chosen as the companions of their softer hours, and their reliefs from care and anxiety, are never persons of shining qualities or strong virtues. It is rather the soft green of the soul on which we rest our eyes, that are fatigued with beholding more glaring objects. It is worth observing how we feel ourselves affected in reading the characters of Cæsar and Cato, as they are so finely drawn and contrasted in Sallust. In one the ignoscendo largiundo; in the other, nil largiundo. In one, the miseris perfugium; in the other, malis perniciem. In the latter we have much to admire, much to reverence, and perhaps something to fear; we respect him, but we respect him at a distance. The former makers us familiar with him; we love him, and he leads us whither he pleases. To draw things closer to our first and most natural feelings, I will add a remark made upon reading this section by an ingenious friend. The authority of a father, so useful to our well-being, and so justly venerable upon all accounts, hinders us from having that entire love for him that we have for our mothers, where the parental authority is almost melted down into the mother's fondness and indulgence. But we generally have a great love for our grandfathers, in whom this authority is removed a degree form us, and where the weakness of age mellows it into something of a feminine partiality.",,13539,•INTEREST. ,"""It is rather the soft green of the soul on which we rest our eyes, that are fatigued with beholding more glaring objects""","",2009-09-14 19:38:40 UTC,II.x. How far the Idea of Beauty may be Applied to the Mind
5059,Psalm 22,"Searching ""heart"" and ""wax"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The musick still proceeds with mournful airs,
And speaks the dangers, as it speaks the fears.
Oh sacred Presence from the son withdrawn,
Oh God my father wither art thou gone?
Oh must my soul bewail tormenting pain,
And all my words of anguish fall in vain?
The trouble's near in which my life will end,
But none is near that will assistance lend;
Like Basan's bulls my foes against me throng
So proud, inhuman, numberless, and strong.
Like desart lyons on their prey they go,
So much their fierce desire of blood they shew:
As ploughers wound the ground, they tore my back
And long deep furrows manifest the track.
They pierc'd my tender hands, my tender feet,
And caus'd sharp pangs, where nerves in numbers meet;
Rich streams of life forsake my rended veins
And fall like water spill'd upon the plains;
My bones that us'd in hollow seats to close,
Disjoint with anguish of convulsive throes;
My mourning heart is melted in my frame
As wax dissolving runs before a flame,
My strength dries up, my flesh the moisture leaves,
And on my tongue my clammy palate cleaves.
Alass! I thirst, alass! for drink I call,
For drink they give me vinegar and gall.
To sportful game the savage soldiers go
And for my vesture on my vesture throw;
While all deride who see me thus forlorn
And shoot their lips and shake their heads in scorn.
And with despiteful jest, behold, they cry,
The great peculiar darling of the sky,
He trusted God wou'd save his soul from woe,
Now God may have him if he loves him so.
But to the dust of death by quick decay
I come, O Father, be not long away.
And was it thus the prince of life was slain?
And was it thus he dy'd for worthless men?
Yes blessed Jesus! thus in ev'ry line
These suff'rings which the Prophet spake were thine.",,13567,"•Cross-reference: Blackmore, Chamberlayne, Darby, Frere, Merrick, Parnell, Smart, Wesleys.","""My mourning heart is melted in my frame / As wax dissolving runs before a flame""","",2009-09-14 19:38:43 UTC,""
5060,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""wax"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""signet"" and ""heart""",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"The Spouse rejoicing heard the kind salute,
And thus address'd him--all the rest were mute.
Beneath the law, our goodly parent tree,
I went my much belov'd in search of thee,
For thee, like one in pangs of travail strove,
Hence, none may wonder if I gain thy love.
As seals their pictures to the wax impart,
So let my picture stamp thy gentle heart,
As fix'd the Signets on our hands remain,
So fix me thine, and ne'er to part again;
For love is strong as Death, whene'er they strike,
Alike imperious, vainly check'd alike;
But dread to loose, love mix'd with jealous dread!
As soon the marble Tomb resign the dead.
Its fatal arrows fiery-pointed fall,
The fire intense, and thine the most of all;
To slack the points no chilling floods are found,
Nay shou'd afflictions roll like floods around,
Were wealth of nations offer'd, all wou'd prove
Too small a danger, or a price for love.
If then with love this world of worth agree,
With soft regard our little Sister see,
How far unapt as yet, like maids that own
No Breasts at all, or Breasts but hardly grown,
Her part of Proselyte is scarce a part,
Too much a Gentile at her erring heart,
Her day draws nearer, what have we to do,
Least she be ask'd, and prove unworthy too?",,13568,
,"""As seals their pictures to the wax impart, / So let my picture stamp thy gentle heart""","",2009-09-14 19:38:43 UTC,""
5067,"",Reading,2003-11-23 00:00:00 UTC,"My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
Should I at once deliver,
Say, would the angry fair one prize
The gift, who slights the giver?
(ll. 5-8, p. 579)",,13588,"","""My heart, a victim to thine eyes, / Should I at once deliver, / Say, would the angry fair one prize / The gift, who slights the giver?""","",2010-06-10 18:52:23 UTC,""
7696,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-09-28 20:08:40 UTC,"Whenever this shall be executed, it is to be looked upon as the work of true genius; but when fallen short of, as often happens, it is to be deemed the impotent effort of the hard-bound brains of low plagiaries, whose memory is filled with the shreds and ill-chosen scraps of other mens wit.
(p. 2)",,22885,"","""Whenever this shall be executed, it is to be looked upon as the work of true genius; but when fallen short of, as often happens, it is to be deemed the impotent effort of the hard-bound brains of low plagiaries, whose memory is filled with the shreds and ill-chosen scraps of other mens wit.""","",2013-09-28 20:08:40 UTC,""
7778,"",Searching in LION,2013-11-18 04:46:57 UTC,"MIRVAN.
Seek not thus
To multiply the ills that hover round you;
Nor from the stores of busy fancy add
New shafts to fortune's quiver.--Zamti's care
Hath still deceiv'd suspicion's wakeful eye;
And o'er the mandarine his manners pure,
And sacred function have diffus'd an air
Of venerable awe, which e'en can teach
These northern foes to soften into men.
(I, pp. 4-5)",,23238,"","""Seek not thus / To multiply the ills that hover round you; / Nor from the stores of busy fancy add / New shafts to fortune's quiver.""","",2013-11-18 04:46:57 UTC,Act I
7778,"",LION,2013-11-18 04:49:24 UTC,"MANDANE.
Fatal day!
More fatal e'en than that, which first beheld
This race accurs'd within these palace walls,
Since hope, that balm of wretched minds, is now
Irrevocably lost.--
(I, p. 7)",,23240,"","""Fatal day! / More fatal e'en than that, which first beheld / This race accurs'd within these palace walls, / Since hope, that balm of wretched minds, is now / Irrevocably lost.""","",2013-11-18 04:49:24 UTC,Act I
7778,"",LION,2013-11-18 05:00:07 UTC,"TIMURKAN.
A husband's right!--a traitor has no right--
Society disclaims him--Woman, hear--
Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul
With the black hue of crimes like his--renounce
All hymeneal vows, and take again,
Your much lov'd boy to his fond mother's arms,
While justice whirls that traitor to his fate.
(III, p. 51)",,23250,"","""Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul / With the black hue of crimes like his.""","",2013-11-18 05:00:07 UTC,Act III
7778,"",LION,2013-11-18 05:05:18 UTC,"ZAMTI.
The moral duties of the private man
Are grafted in thy soul--oh! still remember
The mean immutable of happiness,
Or in the vale of life, or on a throne,
Is virtue--each bad action of a king
Extends beyond his life, and acts again
Its tyranny o'er ages yet unborn.
To error mild, severe to guilt, protect
The helpless innocent; and learn to feel
The best delight of serving human kind.
Be these, my prince, thy arts; be these thy cares,
And live the father of a willing people.
(V, pp. 86-7)",,23256,"","""The moral duties of the private man / Are grafted in thy soul.""","",2013-11-18 05:05:18 UTC,Act V