work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3376,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Few beings absolutely boast the man,
Few have the understanding of a Spanne;
Every idea of a city mind
Is to commercial incidents confined:
True! some exceptions to this general rule
Can show the merchant blended with the fool.
--- with magisterial air commits;
--- presides the chief of city wits;
In jigs and country-dances --- shines,
And --- slumbers over Mallet's lines:
His ample visage, oft on nothing bent,
Sleeps in vacuity of sentiment.
When in the venerable gothic hall,
Where fetters rattle, evidences bawl,
Puzzled in thought by equity or law,
Into their inner room his senses draw;
There, as they snore in consultation deep,
The foolish vulgar deem him fast asleep.
(ll. 432-448, pp. 151-2)",2011-05-26,8653,"","""When in the venerable gothic hall, / Where fetters rattle, evidences bawl, / Puzzled in thought by equity or law, / Into their inner room his senses draw; / There, as they snore in consultation deep, / The foolish vulgar deem him fast asleep.""",Rooms,2013-09-30 03:30:10 UTC,III. Poems written in 1770
5348,"",Reading,2009-09-14 19:40:39 UTC,"""But delusive ideas, sir, are the motives of the greatest part of mankind, and a heated imagination of the power by which their actions are incited: the world, in the eye of a philosopher, may be said to be a large madhouse."" ""It is true,"" answered Harley, ""the passions of men are temporary madhouses; and sometimes very fatal in their effects"" ",,14339,"","""[T]he passions of men are temporary madhouses; and sometimes very fatal in their effects"" ","",2009-09-14 19:40:39 UTC,Harley in Madhouse.
5385,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,"He spoke: a sudden cloud his senses stole,
And thickening darkness swam o'er all his soul;
His vital spark her earthly cell forsook,
And into air her fleeting progress took.
(II, p. 160, ll. 357-360)",,14471,"","""His vital spark her earthly cell forsook, / And into air her fleeting progress took.""",Rooms,2013-10-13 03:46:27 UTC,""
5345,"",Searching in Google Books,2011-09-29 16:54:55 UTC,"Many will think, that there is but little merit in this declaration; it being as much for my own credit, as for the interest of mankind, that I guard against a practice, which is acknowledged to be always unprofitable, and generally pernicious. A verbal disputant! what claim can he have to the title of Philosopher! what has he to do with the laws of nature, with the observation of facts, with life and manners! Let him not intrude upon the company of men of science; but repose with his brethren Aquinas and Suarez, in the corner of some Gothic cloister, dark as his understanding, and cold as his heart. Men are now become too judicious to be amused with words, and too firm-minded to be confuted with quibbles.--Many of my contemporaries would readily join in this apostrophe, who yet are themselves the dupes of some of the most egregious dealers in logomachy that ever perverted the faculty of speech. In fact, from some instances that have occurred to my own observation, I have reason to believe, that verbal controversy hath not always, even in this age, been accounted a contemptible thing: and the reader, when he comes to be better acquainted with my sentiments, will perhaps think the foregoing declaration more disinterested, than at first fight it may appear.
(pp. 2-3)",,19237,"","""Let him not intrude upon the company of men of science; but repose with his brethren Aquinas and Suarez, in the corner of some Gothic cloister, dark as his understanding, and cold as his heart.""",Rooms,2011-09-29 16:54:55 UTC,Introduction
7267,"",Reading a draft of Dorothy Couchman's dissertation,2012-06-28 18:16:05 UTC,"If I may be allowed to conjecture what is the nature of that mysterious power by which a player really is the character which he represents, my notion is, that he must have a kind of double feeling. He must assume in a strong degree the character which he represents, while he at the same time retains the consciousness of his own character. The feelings and passions of the character which he represents, must take full possession as it were of the antichamber of his mind, while his own character remains in the innermost recess. This is experienced in some measure by the barrister who enters warmly into the cause of his client, while at the same time, when he examines himself coolly, he knows that he is much in the wrong, and does not even wish to prevail. But during the time of his pleading, the genuine colour of his mind is laid over with a temporary glaring varnish, which flies off instantaneously when he has finished his harangue. The double feeling which I have mentioned is experienced by many men in the common intercourse of life. Were nothing but the real character to appear, society would not be half so safe and agreeable as we find it. Did we discover to our companions what we really think of them, frequent quarrels would ensue; and did we not express more regard for them than we really feel, the pleasure of social intercourse would be very contracted. It being necessary then in the intercourse of life to have such appearances, and dissimulation being to most people irksome and fatiguing, we insensibly, for our own ease, adopt feelings suitable to every occasion, and so, like players, are to a certain degree a different character from our own. It is needless to mention many instances of this; every man's experience must have furnished him with a variety of instances, which will readily occur to him. He will recollect instances in every funeral that he has attended—every birth-day entertainment at which he has been a guest—every country seat, the beauties of which have been shewn him by its master--every party of pleasure in which he has shared---In short, he can hardly recollect a scene of social life, where he has not been conscious more or less, of having been obliged to work himself into a state of feeling, which he would not naturally have had.
(pp. 469-70)",2012-06-28,19808,"","""The feelings and passions of the character which he represents, must take full possession as it were of the antichamber of his mind, while his own character remains in the innermost recess.""",Rooms,2012-06-28 18:16:48 UTC,Essay II
7325,"",Contributed by Jenny Foy,2013-01-20 23:37:46 UTC,"I see by your countenance, my fair reader, that you are impatient to know what expedient it was that this miracle of patience was obliged to make use of: I will tell it you; but God forbid (as the bishop said when he was told he should sup in Heaven that night) that such a sweet creature as you should ever have occasion to try the experiment.
The method that Mrs. Ruby-nose used to dismiss her anger, was to clap herself into an arm-chair with such a whang, that it shook the hot vapours from her brain, and sent them in a hurry down into a capacious store-room called her victualling-office.
Whilst they were stewing there, in order to serve up a fresh dish upon occasion, she in a gentle tone (which came as aukwardly from her as truth from an attorney) says, Come Neddy, jewel, don't be a fool, but tell me what use the diamonds were for.
(I.ix, 86-8)",,19953,"","""The method that Mrs. Ruby-nose used to dismiss her anger, was to clap herself into an arm-chair with such a whang, that it shook the hot vapours from her brain, and sent them in a hurry down into a capacious store-room called her victualling-office.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-01-20 23:50:03 UTC,Chapter IX
7325,"",Reading in ECCO,2013-01-20 23:49:21 UTC,"By this time the choleric vapours, which madam had jogged downwards when she let her broad bottom salute the chair with such a whack, growing warm amongst the hodg-potch they found in her store-room, which we may properly stile a hot-house, began to ascend, and take possession of their former tenement; this tenement was a cavity on the right side of the head, intended to be filled with brains as well as the left; but nature was either in haste when she finished off this precious piece of earthen ware; or thought that one side held a sufficient quantity for any use she could put them to, and therefore left the right side quite empty; which accounts for madam's having more choler than her judgment could guide.
These vapours, I say, having ascended again, and taken possession of their ancient post, madam instantly resumed her old stile:--diamond stars for coach-horses! might fine indeed! and you expect such thing as this should be kept a secret, do you? [...]
(I.x, pp. 89-90)",,19954,"","""By this time the choleric vapours, which madam had jogged downwards when she let her broad bottom salute the chair with such a whack, growing warm amongst the hodg-potch they found in her store-room, which we may properly stile a hot-house, began to ascend, and take possession of their former tenement; this tenement was a cavity on the right side of the head, intended to be filled with brains as well as the left; but nature was either in haste when she finished off this precious piece of earthen ware; or thought that one side held a sufficient quantity for any use she could put them to, and therefore left the right side quite empty; which accounts for madam's having more choler than her judgment could guide.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-01-20 23:49:21 UTC,Chapter X
7499,"",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 15:27:34 UTC,"VIII
Canst thou forego the pure ethereal soul
In each fine sense so exquisitely keen,
On the dull couch of Luxury to loll,
Stung with disease, and stupified with spleen;
Fain to implore the aid of Flattery's screen,
Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide,
(The mansion then no more of joy serene),
Where fear, distrust, malevolence, abide,
And impotent desire, and disappointed pride?
(Bk I, p. 3, ll. 64-72; cf. p. 6 in 1771 ed.)",,21400,"","""Fain to implore the aid of Flattery's screen, / Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide, / (The mansion then no more of joy serene), / Where fear, distrust, malevolence, abide, / And impotent desire, and disappointed pride?""",Rooms,2014-03-11 03:14:20 UTC,Book I
5301,"",Searching in LION,2013-10-26 19:40:55 UTC,"Excuse me, Monsieur le Count, said I--as for the nakedness of your land, if I saw it, I should cast my eyes over it with tears in them--and for that of your women (blushing at the idea he had excited in me) I am so evangelical in this, and have such a fellow-feeling for what ever is weak about them, that I would cover it with a garment, if I knew how to throw it on--But I could wish, continued I, to spy the nakedness of their hearts, and through the different disguises of customs, climates, and religion, find out what is good in them to fashion my own by--and therefore am I come.
It is for this reason, Monsieur le Count, continued I, that I have not seen the Palais royal--nor the Luxembourg--nor the Façade of the Louvre--nor have attempted to swell the catalogues we have of pictures, statues, and churches--I conceive every fair being as a temple, and would rather enter in, and see the original drawings and loose sketches hung up in it, than the transfiguration of Raphael itself.
The thirst of this, continued I, as impatient as that which inflames the breast of the connoisseur, has led me from my own home into France--and from France will lead me through Italy--'tis a quiet journey of the heart in pursuit of Nature, and those affections which rise out of her, which make us love each other--and the world, better than we do.
(pp. 66-8)",,23062,INTEREST. A erotics of tourism... Still euphemistically (at least) looking at artworks.,"""I conceive every fair being as a temple, and would rather enter in, and see the original drawings and loose sketches hung up in it, than the transfiguration of Raphael itself.""","",2013-10-26 19:40:55 UTC,""
7984,"",Reading,2014-07-25 18:20:09 UTC,"Whoever thinks must see that man was made
To face the storm, not languish in the shade;
Action's his sphere, and,for that sphere design'd,
Eternal pleasures open on his mind.
For this, fair hope leads on the' impassion'd soul
Through life's wild labyrinths to her distant goal;
Paints in each dream, to fan the genial flame,
The pomp of riches, and the pride of fame,
Or fondly gives reflection's cooler eye
A glance, an image, of a future sky.
Yet, though kind Heaven points out the' unerring road
That leads through nature up to bliss and God;
Spite of that God, and all his voice divine
Speaks in the heart, or teaches from the shrine,
Man, feebly vain, and impotently wise,
Disdains the manna sent him from the skies;
Tasteless of all that virtue gives to please,
For thought too active, and too mad for ease,
From wish to wish in life's mad vortex toss'd,
For ever struggling, and for ever lost;
He scorns religion, though her seraphs call,
And lives in rapture, or not lives at all.
(pp. 154-155)",,24302,"","""For this, fair hope leads on the' impassion'd soul / Through life's wild labyrinths to her distant goal; / Paints in each dream, to fan the genial flame, / The pomp of riches, and the pride of fame, / Or fondly gives reflection's cooler eye / A glance, an image, of a future sky.""","",2014-07-25 18:20:09 UTC,""