work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5878,Negated Metaphor,"Searching ""engrav"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"[Presenting the ring.]
FEL.
A memorial! do I need one?--memorial of you! Oh! that word friend, which you have just uttered, what diamond in the world is sufficient to repay it? What diamond could throw a greater lustre on my soul in the hours of sadness than the reflection that I saved your life? Must I then be doomed, each time I cast a look at my finger, to exclaim: Thou art paid!
NAT.
Curse upon that hateful word!--No! no! When destiny shall separate us, this ring will recal to your remembrance the image of a friend.
FEL.
Oh! it was not a diamond which engraved that image on my heart.
NAT.
The cypher of my name is formed of my own hair.
FEL.
Your hair, encircled with diamonds, would for ever remind me, that Natalia is a countess.",,15618,•Another case where metaphor is rejected.
•C-H uses the second edition of 1799 but indicates that the first edition was pulished in 1796.,"""Oh! it was not a diamond which engraved that image on my heart""","",2009-09-14 19:44:07 UTC,"Act II, scene iii"
5893,Blank Slate,"Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO",2006-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"My name is Brecknock; and I am the eldest son of a wealthy farmer in Galloway. I was naturally of a fierce and ungovernable disposition, which my father unfortunately fostered, instead of checking, by a misguided education. He had imbibed some newfangled opinions of certain French philosophers, and proposed to train me up in a manner directly opposite to that of our ancestors. He not only prevented my being educated in the religion of the country, but taught me, by his example, to ridicule it. He guarded my mind from imbibing any religious principles at all, under the notion of preserving it to maturity, like a rasa tabula, free from all prejudices. In consequence of this, I greedily embraced every licentious opinion, and was, with warm passions, exposed to temptations and the corruption of bad example, without any principles of reason, morality, or religion, to counteract them; but rather with a bias in their favour. I was not restrained in any whim or caprice, nor subject to any coercion or penalty, for fear of breaking my spirit, and destroying the energies of my freeborn mind.
(III.ii, pp. 13-4)",,15647,"","""He guarded my mind from imbibing any religious principles at all, under the notion of preserving it to maturity, like a rasa tabula, free from all prejudices.""",Writing,2014-03-08 20:33:27 UTC,"Chap. II. History of the Misanthrope, Or Recluse of the Forest."
5902,Blank Slate,"Searching ""like white paper"" in ECCO",2005-10-26 00:00:00 UTC,"Hum! (here an awkward, indecorous gesticulation of his upset three legged table, o'erburthened with books, and covered the ground with his little learning:--He collected the scattered fragments of his knowledge, and continued his monologue. ""You are juvenile, and like unto a white sheet of paper, on which vice or righteousness may be impressed:"" Here he committed a plagiary; these were old Dacres' own words: Parabole cast an interrogative look on the young man, to [end page 37] discover whether his ideas passed for genuine, and again recommenced: ""In this great university, we have not been able to expel vice and frivolity. Gentlemen there are, who vie with each other in the nugatory amusements of rowing, sailing, fishing, shooting, banqueting, or what is more immund and incongruous""--""What's that, Mr. Parabole?"" said Dacres, purposely to ridiculize him: ""Why, why, why, ob, sub, per, con,"" (he could not find an eloquent, erudite term) ""pshaw, why, following concubines."" Something had ruffled him,--he was agitated,--his nerves were hurt,--he quoted scripture,--and cut his corn to the quick,--ouf!--was it an avenging spirit?
(pp. 37-8)",,15669,"","""You are juvenile, and like unto a white sheet of paper, on which vice or righteousness may be impressed.""",Writing,2009-09-14 19:44:17 UTC,Vol I.
7392,"",Reading in the Folger,2013-05-16 22:42:10 UTC,"[...] Nay, this wonderful scene--this terrestrial ball--
Absorb'd in one mass of confusion shall fall!--
But a truce with reflections so pondrously sage,
My subject is light--let me speak of the stage;
Let the tablet of memory faithfully name
Some sons of drama who breathe but in fame,
Nay more--let me follow the delicate clue,
And give to the living the praise that is due;
I touch but on heroes--the rest may retire,
And exist in a puff till a puff, they expire.
(p. 12)",,20210,"","""My subject is light--let me speak of the stage; / Let the tablet of memory faithfully name / Some sons of drama who breathe but in fame, / Nay more--let me follow the delicate clue, / And give to the living the praise that is due.""",Writing,2013-05-16 22:42:10 UTC,""