work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5098,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"From the dark Horrors of a prison's cave,
Where all is cheerless as the doleful grave;
The chain'd Andromache pours forth her grief,
And ev'n from Pyrrhus now implores relief.
If e'er soft pity touch'd thy manly Breast,
And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest,
O take compassion on my deep-felt woe,
""'Tis what the happy to th'unhappy owe.""
Too dire alas! to see my Hector dead,
Why dost thou show'r more sorrows on my Head?
Why am I lock'd in this lone Dungeon's cell,
To moan unpity'd? all my suff'rings tell
To heedless walls, that cannot know my pain,
Nor hear Affliction's sorrowing Child complain?
Was it my fault that Hector warr'd with thee?
Why then thy wrath impetuous spent on me?
Yet let me still thy rage unbounded feel,
No more, no longer, for myself I kneel!
--Some friendly Pow'r avert the barb'rous Deed,
For ah I tremble lest my Infant bleed!
Soon as Aurora had unveil'd the Day,
And to my prison sent a hateful ray,
Thy savage Ministers relentless came,
In right of war Astyanax to claim;
At my loud grief no pity they express'd,
But tore the helpless Infant from my Breast.
Yet worse--with impious joy the Ruffians said,
""This night shall find him number'd with the dead.""
My Infant die! forbid it Pow'rs above,
And from Despair call back maternal Love.",,13776,"","""Soft pity may touch the manly Breast, / And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:39:11 UTC,""
5468,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""pence"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-23 00:00:00 UTC,"To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd
Till the third watchman toll;
Let Jervase gratis paint, and Frowd
Save Three-pence, and his Soul.
(ll. 9-12, p. 245)",2007-04-26,14622,"","""Let Jervase gratis paint, and Frowd / Save Three-pence, and his Soul""",Coinage,2009-09-14 19:41:27 UTC,""
5771,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""cave"" in HDIS (Poetry);",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"To his illumin'd sight was then consign'd
The deep recesses of the Human Mind;
The ever-varying path of tortuous Art,
And the dark passage to the Tyrant's heart;
Th' umbrageous winding of the thorny road,
That leads to quick-ey'd Jealousy's abode;
The gath'ring storms that o'er Resentment roll;
The swelling waves that toss the fearful soul;
The calm that breathes around the Infant's rest,
The rugged cavern of the Murd'rer's breast;
The dread materials by the Furies brought,
With which are forg'd Despair's tempestuous thought;
The shaft, that, mingling pleasure with the pain,
Bathes in the blood that warms the Lover's vein.",,15378,"","To Shakespeare's illumined sight was consigned ""The rugged cavern of the Murd'rer's breast""","",2009-09-14 19:43:29 UTC,""
7092,"",Searching in Google Books,2011-09-14 18:01:13 UTC,"But these negroes, say they, are a race of men born for slavery; their dispositions are narrow, treacherous, and wicked; they themselves allow the superiority of our understandings, and almost acknowledge the justice of our authority.
The minds of the negroes are contracted; because slavery destroys all the springs of the soul. They are wicked; but not sufficiently so with you. They are treacherous, because they are under no obligation to speak truth to their tyrants. They acknowledge the superiority of our understandings; because we have abused their ignorance; they allow the justice of our authority; because we have abused their weakness. I might as well say, that the Indians are a species of men born to be crushed to death; because there are fanatics among them, who throw themselves under the wheels of their idol's car betore the temple of Jaguernat.
(p. 171)",,19160,"","""The minds of the negroes are contracted; because slavery destroys all the springs of the soul.""","",2011-09-14 18:01:13 UTC,Miscellaneous Essays
5471,"",Reading,2013-04-01 20:11:21 UTC,"[...] The passage is: ""So now that we see the laws and affections of mere matter are infinitely more complex than we had imagined, we may by this time, I should think, be prepared to admit the possibly of a mass of matter like the brain, having been formed by the almighty creator with such exquisite powers, with respect to vibrations, as should be sufficient for all the purpofes above-mentioned (to generate all the modes of sensation and thought;) though the particulars of its constitution and mode of affection, may far exceed our comprehension."" If you really then think that, every process, termed mental, in man, is in fact nothing more than so
many distinct nervous vibrations, then I readily grant that matter may think, for undoubtedly every stretched cord, when touched, will vibrate; and I will farther grant, that a fiddle, in that sense may likewise be stiled a thinking substance. But if this be the case, it is idle to make such a fuss about it, and so seriously to require that the Deity should interfere in the construction of such a machine, or to tell us, that from the late discoveries made in chemical operations, we have now reason to conclude that matter is infinitely more complex in its properties, than was before imagined; since to produce any number or variety of vibrations, we can possibly desire nothing more than strings of a different length and thickness. [...]
(pp. 26-7)",,20079,"","""If you really then think that, every process, termed mental, in man, is in fact nothing more than so many distinct nervous vibrations, then I readily grant that matter may think, for undoubtedly every stretched cord, when touched, will vibrate; and I will farther grant, that a fiddle, in that sense may likewise be stiled a thinking substance.""","",2013-04-01 20:11:21 UTC,Letter I