work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3224,"",Reading,2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"'I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn
By driving winds the crackling flames are borne.'
Now, maddening-wild, I curse that fatal night,
Now bless the hour that charm'd my guilty sight.
In vain the Laws their feeble force oppose:
Chain'd at his feet, they groan Love's vanquish'd foes.
In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye:
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly.
Conscience in vain upbraids th'unhallow'd fire.
Love grasps his scorpions--stifled they expire.
Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne.
Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone;
Each thought intoxicated homage yields,
And riots wanton in forbidden fields.
",2010-10-04,8468,"","""Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone; / Each thought intoxicated homage yields, / And riots wanton in forbidden fields.""",Inhabitants,2010-10-04 17:39:47 UTC,""
3384,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"For thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day:
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy's a stranger to my breast.",,8664,"","""For me in vain is Nature drest, / While Joy's a stranger to my breast""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:33:42 UTC,""
3385,Free Indirect Discourse,"Searching ""mind"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""heart;"" confirmed in ECCO.",2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"The dreadful tales of robbers' bloody deeds,
That oft had swell'd his theme while nightly stretch'd
Beside the list'ning peasant's blazing hearth,
Now crowded on his mind in all their rage
Of pistols, purses, stand! deliver! death!
Trembling he stumbled on, and ever rolled
His jealous eyes around. Each waving shrub
Doubl'd his fears, till, horrible to thought!
The sound of hasty steps alarm'd his ear,
Fast hurrying up behind. Sudden he stopt,
And stooping, could discern, with terror struck,
Between him and the welkin's scanty light,
A black gigantic form of human shape,
And formidably arm'd. Ah! who can tell
The horrors dread that at this instant struck
Ralph's frozen frame. His few gray rev'rend hairs
Rose bristling up, and from his aged scalp,
Up-bore the affrighted bonnet. Down he dropt
Beneath th'oppressive load, but gath'ring soon
A little strength, in desperation crawl'd
To reach some neighb'ring shrubs' concealing shade.
(pp. 263-4 in 1790 edition)",,8666,Part II. -- English Poems.,"""The dreadful tales of robbers' bloody deeds, / That oft had swell'd his theme while nightly stretch'd / Now crowded on his mind in all their rage / Of pistols, purses, stand! deliver! death!""",Inhabitants,2014-02-27 21:35:09 UTC,""
5057,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stranger"" in Past Masters",2006-03-05 00:00:00 UTC,"Sense consists in the obtruding of certain impressions upon us, independently of our wills; but it cannot perceive what they are, or whence they are derived. It lies prostrate under its object, and is only a capacity in the soul of having its own state altered by the influence of particular causes. It must therefore remain a stranger to the objects and causes affecting it.
(663)",,13564,"","Sense ""must therefore remain a stranger to the objects and causes affecting it""","",2009-09-14 19:38:43 UTC,Sect II --Of the Origin of Our Ideas in General
5679,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Now Phoebe, in her midnight reign,
Dark-muffl'd, view'd the dreary plain;
Still crowding thoughts, a pensive train,
Rose in my soul,
When on my ear this plaintive strain,
Slow-solemn, stole:--",,15153,"","""Still crowding thoughts, a pensive train, / Rose in my soul""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:42:54 UTC,Stanza VI.
5709,Ruling Passion / Family Within,"Searching ""ruling passion"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Good Lord, what is Man! For as simple he looks,
Do but try to develop his hooks and his crooks!
With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil,
All in all he's a problem must puzzle the Devil.
On his one ruling passion Sir Pope hugely labors,
That, like th'old Hebrew walking-switch, eats up its neighbours.
Human Nature's his show-box--your friend, would you know him?
Pull the string, Ruling Passion--the picture will show him.
What pity, in rearing so beauteous a system,
One trifling particular--Truth--should have miss'd him!
For, spite of his fine theoretic positions,
Mankind is a science defies definitions.
Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe,
And think Human Nature they truly describe:
Have you found this, or t'other? There's more in the wind,
As by one drunken fellow his comrades you'll find.
But such is the flaw, or the depth of the plan
In the make of that wonderful creature called Man,
No two virtues, whatever relation they claim,
Nor even two different shades of the same,
Though like as was ever twin brother to brother,
Possessing the one shall imply you've the other.
",,15237,•Great anti-metaphor poem. INTEREST.
•This last stanza is interesting and subtle. Family within metaphors.,"""Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe, / And think Human Nature they truly describe""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:43:07 UTC,Middle Stanzas
5813,"","Searching ""mind"" in on-line offerings at Liberty Fund's Free-Press .",2005-05-26 00:00:00 UTC,"The species of suffering commonly known by the appellation of corporal punishment is also proscribed by the system above established. Corporal punishment, unless so far as it is intended for example, appears in one respect in a very ludicrous point of view. It is an expeditious mode of proceeding, which has been invented in order to compress the effect of much reasoning and long confinement, that might otherwise have been necessary, into a very short compass. In another view it is not possible to express the abhorrence it ought to create. The genuine propensity of man is to venerate mind in his fellow man. With what delight do we contemplate the progress of intellect, its efforts for the discovery of truth, the harvest of virtue that springs up under the genial influence of instruction, the wisdom that is generated through the medium of unrestricted communication? How completely do violence and corporal infliction reverse the scene? From this moment all the wholsome avenues of mind are closed, and on every side we see them guarded with a train of disgraceful passions, hatred, revenge, despotism, cruelty, hypocrisy, conspiracy and cowardice. Man becomes the enemy of man; the stronger are seized with the lust of unbridled domination, and the weaker shrink with hopeless disgust from the approach of a fellow. With what feelings must an enlightened observer contemplate the furrow of a lash imprinted upon the body of a man? What heart beats not in unison with the sublime law of antiquity, ""Thou shalt not inflict stripes upon the body of a Roman?"" There is but one alternative in this case on the part of the sufferer. Either his mind must be subdued by the arbitrary dictates of the superior (for to him all is arbitrary that does not stand approved to the judgment of his own understanding); he will be governed by something that is not reason, and ashamed of something that is not disgrace; or else every pang he endures will excite the honest indignation of his heart and fix the clear disapprobation of his intellect, will produce contempt and alienation, against his punisher.",2007-04-26,15515,"•Maybe I should create a Category called Exteriors? Yes, I think I will. This will be the first entry.
•I just deleted the category. I've newly created a ""City"" category (4/26/2007).
•Still fussing with this category. Thinking now ""Landscape"" -- to be retitled ""Geography"" or ""Topography""","Corporal punishment closes all ""wholsome avenues of mind ... and on every side we see them guarded with a train of disgraceful passions, hatred, revenge, despotism, cruelty, hypocrisy, conspiracy and cowardice.""",Inhabitants,2013-11-02 15:25:46 UTC,"Vol. I, Corporal Punishment"
5813,"","Searching ""mind"" in on-line offerings at Liberty Fund's Free-Press .",2005-05-26 00:00:00 UTC,"It may however be alledged that, ""if there be little difficulty in securing a current portion of wisdom, there may nevertheless be something to be feared from the passions of men. Law may be supposed to have been constructed in the tranquil serenity of the soul, a suitable monitor to check the inflamed mind with which the recent memory of ills might induce us to proceed to the exercise of coercion."" This is the most considerable argument that can be adduced in favour of the prevailing system, and therefore deserves a mature examination.",,15516,"•I've included thrice: Law, Monitor, Inflame","""Law may be supposed to have been constructed in the tranquil serenity of the soul, a suitable monitor to check the inflamed mind with which the recent memory of ills might induce us to proceed to the exercise of coercion""","",2009-09-14 19:43:52 UTC,"Vol. I, Of Candour"
7121,"","Reading Travel Writing: 1700-1830, eds. Elizabeth A. Bohls and Ian Duncan (Oxford: Oxford UP, 2005), 33-4.",2011-10-26 03:29:27 UTC,"I have been speaking hitherto of a morning saunter; for in the evening there generally is, on St. Mark's Place, such a mixed multitude of Jews, Turks, and Christians; lawyers, knaves, and pickpockets; mountebanks, old women, and physicians; women of quality with masks; strumpets barefaced; and, in short, such a jumble of senators, citizens, gondoleers, and people of every character and condition, that your ideas are broken, bruised, and dislocated in the crowd, in such a manner that you can think, or reflect, on nothing; yet this being a state of mind which many people are fond of, the place never fails to be well attended, and, in fine weather, numbers pass a great part of the night there. When the piazza is illuminated, and the shops in the adjacent streets lighted up, the whole has a brilliant effect; and as it is the custom for the ladies, as well as the gentlemen, to frequent the cassinos and coffee-houses around, the Place of St. Mark answers all the purposes of either Vauxhall or Ranelagh.
(pp. 59-60)",,19300,"INTERESTING: metaphor of mind, out there? USE IN ENTRY.","""I have been speaking hitherto of a morning saunter; for in the evening there generally is, on St. Mark's Place, such a mixed multitude of Jews, Turks, and Christians; lawyers, knaves, and pickpockets; mountebanks, old women, and physicians; women of quality with masks; strumpets barefaced; and, in short, such a jumble of senators, citizens, gondoleers, and people of every character and condition, that your ideas are broken, bruised, and dislocated in the crowd, in such a manner that you can think, or reflect, on nothing; yet this being a state of mind which many people are fond of, the place never fails to be well attended, and, in fine weather, numbers pass a great part of the night there.""",Inhabitants,2011-10-26 03:29:27 UTC,Letter VI
7382,"",Reading,2013-04-25 18:56:30 UTC,"The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve.
And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country. placing it under its mental deity.
Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental dieties from their objects: thus began Priesthood.
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounced that the Gods had orderd such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.
(Plate 11)",,20143,"","""Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.""",Inhabitants,2013-04-25 18:56:30 UTC,""