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"But this obscurity in the profound and abstract philosophy, is objected to, not only as painful and fatiguing, but as the inevitable source of uncertainty and error. Here indeed lies the justest and most plausible objection against a considerable part of metaphysics, that they are not properly a science; but arise either from the fruitless efforts of human vanity, which would penetrate into subjects utterly inaccessible to the understanding, or from the craft of popular superstitions, which, being unable to defend themselves on fair ground, raise these intangling brambles to cover and protect their weakness. Chaced from the open country, these robbers fly into the forest, and lie in wait to break in upon every unguarded avenue of the mind, and overwhelm it with religious fears and prejudices. The stoutest antagonist, if he remit his watch a moment, is oppressed. And many, through cowardice and folly, open the gates to the enemies, and willingly receive them with reverence and submission, as their legal sovereigns.
(p. 11)",2011-03-05 19:12:18 UTC,"""Chaced from the open country, these robbers [i.e., superstitions] fly into the forest, and lie in wait to break in upon every unguarded avenue of the mind, and overwhelm it with religious fears and prejudices.""",2005-10-05 00:00:00 UTC,Section I.,"",,"","",Reading,12822,4803
"The genial warmth which the chesnut imparted, was not undelectable for the first twenty or five and twenty seconds,--and did no more than gently solicit Phutatorius's attention towards the part:--But the heat gradually increasing, and in a few seconds more getting beyond the point of all sober pleasure, and then advancing with all speed into the regions of pain,--the soul of Phutatorius, together with all his ideas, his thoughts, his attention, his imagination, judgment, resolution, deliberation, ratiocination, memory, fancy, with ten batallions of animal spirits, all tumultuously crouded down, through different defiles and circuits, to the place in danger, leaving all his upper regions, as you may imagine, as empty as my purse.
(pp. 176-7; Norton, 225)",2016-02-23 16:16:44 UTC,"""But the heat gradually increasing, and in a few seconds more getting beyond the point of all sober pleasure, and then advancing with all speed into the regions of pain,--the soul of Phutatorius, together with all his ideas, his thoughts, his attention, his imagination, judgment, resolution, deliberation, ratiocination, memory, fancy, with ten batallions of animal spirits, all tumultuously crouded down, through different defiles and circuits, to the place in danger, leaving all his upper regions, as you may imagine, as empty as my purse.""",2004-11-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Volume IV, Chapter 27",Soul's Location,2011-09-23,Inhabitants,•Phutatorius and the chestnut. I've included twice: Population and Purse.,Searching in HDIS (Prose); found again reading.,13715,5088
"O wake thee, rouze thy spirit! Shall the spite
Of yon tormentor thus appall thy heart,
While i, thy friend and guardian, am at hand
To rescue and to heal? O let thy soul
Remember, what the will of heaven ordains
Is ever good for all; and if for all,
Then good for thee. Nor only by the warmth
And soothing sunshine of delightful things,
Do minds grow up and flourish. Oft misled
By that bland light, the young unpractis'd views
Of reason wander through a fatal road,
Far from their native aim: as if to lye
Inglorious in the fragrant shade, and wait
The soft access of ever-circling joys,
Were all the end of being. Ask thyself,
This pleasing error did it never lull
Thy wishes? Has thy constant heart refus'd
The silken fetters of delicious ease?
Or when divine Euphrosyné appear'd
Within this dwelling, did not thy desires
Hang far below the measure of thy fate,
Which i reveal'd before thee? and thy eyes,
Impatient of my counsels, turn away
To drink the soft effusion of her smiles?
Know then, for this the everlasting sire
Deprives thee of her presence, and instead,
O wise and still benevolent! ordains
This horrid visage hither to pursue
My steps; that so thy nature may discern
Its real good, and what alone can save
Thy feeble spirit in this hour of ill
From folly and despair. O yet belov'd!
Let not this headlong terror quite o'erwhelm
Thy scatter'd powers; nor fatal deem the rage
Of this tormentor, nor his proud assault,
While i am here to vindicate thy toil,
Above the generous question of thy arm.
Brave by thy fears and in thy weakness strong,
This hour he triumphs: but confront his might,
And dare him to the combat, then with ease
Disarm'd and quell'd, his fierceness he resigns
To bondage and to scorn: while thus inur'd
By watchful danger, by unceasing toil,
The immortal mind, superior to his fate,
Amid the outrage of external things,
Firm as the solid base of this great world,
Rests on his own foundations. Blow, ye winds!
Ye waves! ye thunders! rowl your tempest on;
Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky!
Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
Where nature calls him to the destin'd goal.
(Bk. II, ll. 545-99, pp. 73-6)",2011-06-13 17:09:37 UTC,"""Oft misled / By that bland light, the young unpractis'd views / Of reason wander through a fatal road, / Far from their native aim.""",2004-01-07 00:00:00 UTC,Book II,"",2011-06-13,"","",HDIS (Poetry),14436,5366
"In one of the examples of the unintelligible above-cited, the author having once determined to represent the human mind under the metaphor of a country, hath revolved in his thoughts the various objects which might be found in a country, but hath never dreamt of considering whether there be any things in the mind properly analogous to these. Hence the strange parade he makes with regions, and recesses, hollow caverns, and private seats, wastes, and wildernesses, fruitful and cultivated tracks, words which, though they have a precise meaning as applied to country, have no definite signification as applied to mind. With equal propriety he might have introduced all the variety which Satan discovered in the kingdom of darkness,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death;
or given us with Othello,
------All his travel's history
Wherein, belike, of antres vast and desarts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven,
'I had been his hent to speak.
So much for the immoderate use of metaphor, which, by the way, is the principal source of all the nonsense of orators and poets.",2013-09-29 22:19:11 UTC,"""Hence the strange parade he makes with regions, and recesses, hollow caverns, and private seats, wastes, and wildernesses, fruitful and cultivated tracks, words which, though they have a precise meaning as applied to country, have no definite signification as applied to mind.""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Vol. II, Book II, Chap. v, section ii",Meta-metaphorical,2009-12-02,"","•INTEREST. Campbell specifically addresses metaphors of mind. Meta-metaphorical. REVISIT. USE.
NOTE: he's citing Shaftesbury (discussed earlier...). REASSIGNING, attached to a duplicate entry.","Searching ""metaphor"" in Chadwyck-Healey Literary Theory Database",14640,5476
"7. An idea attended with great pleasure or pain makes a deep impression on the memory, i. e. a deep trace on the brain, the spirits being then violently impelled.
Locke's Ess. I. ii. c. x. § 3.
8. The power of recollecting differs extremely at different times: and 'tis generally strongest, when we are most brisk and lively.
9. We remember that best in the morning, which we learnt just before we went to sleep: because, say the Cartesians, the traces made then are not apt to be effaced by the motions of the spirits, as they would, if new objects of sensation had presented themselves; and during this interval, they have (as it were) time to stiffen.
10. Sensible ideas gradually decay in the memory if they be not refreshed by new sensations; the traces perhaps wearing out: yet they may last many years.
Locke's Ess. I. ii. c. x. § 4, 5.
11. When a train of ideas is very familiar to the mind, they often follow one another in the memory without any laborious recollection, and so as to arise almost instantaneously and mechanically; as in writing, singing, &c. the traces between them being worn like beaten roads.
Locke's Ess. I. ii. c. xxxiii. § 6.
12. The memory is a faculty which is almost incessantly exercised while thought continues; (though the instances of laborious recollection are comparatively few:) nor do we ever find the human mind entirely stript of it, though it be often impaired.
(Part I, Proposition VIII, p. 25)",2011-09-15 17:42:39 UTC,"""When a train of ideas is very familiar to the mind, they often follow one another in the memory without any laborious recollection, and so as to arise almost instantaneously and mechanically; as in writing, singing, &c. the traces between them being worn like beaten roads.""",2011-09-15 17:42:39 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading in Google Books,19170,7094
"Say, should some slack'ner of the passion's care,
Form'd for gay flights, and struggling from despair;
Bow'd, from his native bent, to doubt's new part,
Find Fear's cold cast assign'd a fearless heart?
What could he do? where house th' intrusive guest?
Let his Eye lodge him--'twill prepare his breast.
From the soul's optic, shoots th' admitted shape,
Nor lets one tim'rous wavering start escape.
Fear is elusive sorrow, shunning pain;
Active--yet, stop'd--it dims the doubtful brain;
Spirit snatch'd inward, stagnating, by dread,
Slow, thro' the limbs, crawls cold, the living lead:
Form'd to the look, that moulds th' assumer's face,
His joints catch tremblings--life's moist strings unbrace;
This road, and that, th' alarmful passion tries,
Halts, in the motion--flutters, in the eyes;
Checks the clipt accent's hesitative way,
And, on th' evasive muscles, hangs delay.
",2012-03-05 17:25:00 UTC,"""Fear is elusive sorrow, shunning pain; / Active--yet, stop'd--it dims the doubtful brain; / Spirit snatch'd inward, stagnating, by dread, / Slow, thro' the limbs, crawls cold, the living lead: / Form'd to the look, that moulds th' assumer's face, / His joints catch tremblings--life's moist strings unbrace; / This road, and that, th' alarmful passion tries, / Halts, in the motion--flutters, in the eyes; / Checks the clipt accent's hesitative way, / And, on th' evasive muscles, hangs delay.""",2012-03-05 17:25:00 UTC,"","",,"",(pp. 13-14 in first edition),Reading at the Folger Library,19630,4909
"Is it in words to paint you? O ye fallen!
Fallen from the wings of Reason, and of Hope!
Erect in stature, prone in appetite!
Patrons of pleasure, posting into pain!
Lovers of argument, averse to sense!
Boasters of liberty, fast bound in chains!
Lords of the wide creation, and the shame!
More senseless than the irrationals you scorn!
More base than those you rule! than those you pity,
Far more undone! O ye most infamous
Of beings, from superior dignity!
Deepest in woe, from means of boundless bliss!
Ye cursed by blessings infinite! because
Most highly favour'd, most profoundly lost!
Ye motley mass of contradictions strong!
And are you, too, convinced your souls fly off
In exhalation soft, and die in air,
From the full flood of evidence against you?
In the coarse drudgeries and sinks of Sense,
Your souls have quite worn out the make of Heaven,
By vice new-cast, and creatures of your own:
But though you can deform, you can't destroy;
To curse, not uncreate, is all your power.
(ll. 1195-1217, pp. 209-10 in CUP edition)",2013-06-12 19:29:14 UTC,"""In the coarse drudgeries and sinks of Sense, / Your souls have quite worn out the make of Heaven, / By vice new-cast, and creatures of your own.""",2013-06-12 19:29:14 UTC,Night the Seventh,"",,"","",Reading,20587,7411
"He it is who lights the depths of the cavern with his torch; he it is who teaches you to detect the cunning, dishonest motives concealed and hidden from our sight beneath other, honest motives, which are always the first to show themselves. He it is who spirits away the mighty phantom which guards the entrance to the cavern, and the hideous blackamoor which it masked stands revealed.
[C’est lui qui porte le flambeau au fond de la caverne; c’est lui qui apprend à discerner les motifs subtils et déshonnêtes qui se cachent et se dérobent sous d’autres motifs qui sont honnêtes et qui se hâtent de se montrer les premiers. Il souffle sur le fantôme sublime qui se présente à l’entrée de la caverne; et le More hideux qu’il masquait s’aperçoit.]",2013-08-25 21:52:08 UTC,"""C’est lui qui porte le flambeau au fond de la caverne; c’est lui qui apprend à discerner les motifs subtils et déshonnêtes qui se cachent et se dérobent sous d’autres motifs qui sont honnêtes et qui se hâtent de se montrer les premiers. Il souffle sur le fantôme sublime qui se présente à l’entrée de la caverne; et le More hideux qu’il masquait s’aperçoit. [He it is who lights the depths of the cavern with his torch; he it is who teaches you to detect the cunning, dishonest motives concealed and hidden from our sight beneath other, honest motives, which are always the first to show themselves. He it is who spirits away the mighty phantom which guards the entrance to the cavern, and the hideous blackamoor which it masked stands revealed.]""",2013-08-25 21:52:08 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants and Rooms,"",Reading,22573,7654
"X. SUFFER not any beloved Study to prejudice your Mind so far in favour of it as to despise all other Learning. This is a Fault of some little Souls who have got a smattering of Astronomy, Chemistry, Metaphysicks, History, &c. and for want of a due Acquaintance with other Sciences make a Scoff at them all in comparison of their favourite Science. Their Understandings are hereby cooped up in narrow Bounds, so that they never look abroad into other Provinces of the intellectual World, which are more beautiful perhaps and more fruitful than their own: If they would search a little into other Sciences, they might not only find Treasures of new Knowledge, but might be furnished also with rich Hints of Thought and glorious Assistances to cultivate that very Province to which they have confined themselves.
(pp. 204-5)",2014-02-05 22:03:15 UTC,"""Their Understandings are hereby cooped up in narrow Bounds, so that they never look abroad into other Provinces of the intellectual World, which are more beautiful perhaps and more fruitful than their own.""",2014-02-05 22:03:15 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching and Reading in Google Books,23366,4702
"The incursions of troublesome thoughts are often violent and importunate; and it is not easy to a mind accustomed to their inroads to expel them immediately by putting better images into motion; but this enemy of quiet is above all others weakened by every defeat; the reflection which has been once overpowered and ejected, seldom returns with any formidable vehemence.
Employment is the great instrument of intellectual dominion. The mind cannot retire from its enemy into total vacancy, or turn aside from one object but by passing to another. The gloomy and the resentful are always found among those who have nothing to do, or who do nothing. We must be busy about good or evil, and he to whom the present offers nothing will often be looking backward on the past.",2018-04-17 16:27:01 UTC,"""The incursions of troublesome thoughts are often violent and importunate; and it is not easy to a mind accustomed to their inroads to expel them immediately by putting better images into motion; but this enemy of quiet is above all others weakened by every defeat; the reflection which has been once overpowered and ejected, seldom returns with any formidable vehemence.""",2018-04-17 16:24:53 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading at The Yale Digital Edition of the Works of Samuel Johnson. ,25167,8270