text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Ah! My dear Asteria, reply'd Emerida, how gladly would I leave you in that happy State, could I but believe that you were in it; but you will Pardon me, if I doubt it. I am willing to acknowledge, that when a Person enters into Solitude, without any Passion, he may continue in it with greater Tranquility and Safety, than in the greatest Cities: but if such a one carries some weakness along with him, we find his Indisposition augmented, by the time he has there, to reflect upon it, and to humour it by those pleasing Idea's, which smite the Imagination so much the more dangerously, the more they represent the delightful Objects, the loss whereof do occasion a regret.'
(pp. 3-4)",2013-06-14 20:19:39 UTC,"""But if such a one carries some weakness along with him, we find his Indisposition augmented, by the time he has there, to reflect upon it, and to humour it by those pleasing Idea's, which smite the Imagination so much the more dangerously, the more they represent the delightful Objects, the loss whereof do occasion a regret.""",2013-06-14 20:19:39 UTC,"","",,"","",C-H Lion,20715,7441
"But this small Out-let to my Passion gave it but little ease, a thousand distracting Thoughts turn'd my Mind to e'ry side, not permitting it to fix on any thing, yet all tended to the Contrivance of the satisfaction of my too impatient desires.
(p. 20)",2013-06-15 02:08:55 UTC,"""But this small Out-let to my Passion gave it but little ease, a thousand distracting Thoughts turn'd my Mind to e'ry side, not permitting it to fix on any thing, yet all tended to the Contrivance of the satisfaction of my too impatient desires.""",2013-06-15 02:08:55 UTC,"","",,"","",C-H Lion,20726,7442
"THE ENJOYMENT
OR, Bracillas Heaven
Long had the cruel Fair Bracilla strove
Against the fierce Attacks of mighty Love;
Misled by Honour, and affected Fame,
She fled from solid Bliss, for a meer empty Name.
This Fantom was the Cause of all my Pain,
For this alone, I sigh'd so long in vain;
'Till juster Love pitying my hopeless Grief,
By Gold, and Night brought me a kind Relief.
Gold to my Arms, give up the glorious Prize,
Whilst Night veil'd all the shun'd Confession of her Eyes.
Oh! What a Night was that, ye Powers Divine?
When I lay close within her Arms, she clasp'd in mine.
O're Loves unbeaten Wilds, I plaid and rang'd.
Whilst at our Mouths, our wandring Souls w' exchang'd.
Farewell all Mortal Cares, in haste farewell,
I'm now where boundless Joys, and endless Raptures Dwell.
(pp. 112-3",2013-06-15 02:34:51 UTC,"""O're Loves unbeaten Wilds, I plaid and rang'd. / Whilst at our Mouths, our wandring Souls w' exchang'd.""",2013-06-15 02:34:51 UTC,"","",,"","",C-H Lion,20733,7442
"The Prince who was so uneasie before, and so desirous to see her, since he had that interview he wished for, began to be more at ease, though more in Love than before, and whereas his thoughts were formerly distracted several ways, now they ran all on her; the Ball, the Dancing, and all the rest of the Entertainment was as faintly remembred, as if he had only seen them in a Dream; but what she had said or done, was as fresh, as if it were that very moment acting over again: One while he fancied he saw her Dancing, another, that he saw with what a grace she spake, and every word of her discourse was as ready in his memory, as if they were the only ones engraven there; no wonder if those who will not give credit to the Stories of Apparitions, say, the Persons are deluded by the excess of Fear, and the strength of their own Fancies, for the force of imagination is as strong in Love as it is in Fear, and makes the cheated Amourist still think he sees the Fair one, and though she be an hundred mile off, yet her Face, her Ayr, her Meen, and every thing that formerly pleased his sight, seems still to dance before it: And as the guilty Conscience of the Murderer presents the Fantour of the Murdered to his view, so Lovers are haunted with Spectres too, only the Murderers appear in a dreadful, the Lovers in a pleasing Form. This Night had our Prince several of these delightful Visions, which were so intruding, that neither his Reason could banish them while he was awake, nor Sleep free him from them in his Dreams; as soon as he waked he sent for Celadon, and having ordered him to shut the Door, and sit down on his Bed-side, he spake this to him.
(pp. 25-6)",2013-06-17 13:49:25 UTC,"""The Prince who was so uneasie before, and so desirous to see her, since he had that interview he wished for, began to be more at ease, though more in Love than before, and whereas his thoughts were formerly distracted several ways, now they ran all on her; the Ball, the Dancing, and all the rest of the Entertainment was as faintly remembred, as if he had only seen them in a Dream; but what she had said or done, was as fresh, as if it were that very moment acting over again.""",2013-06-17 13:49:25 UTC,"","",,"","",C-H Lion,20816,7443
"Now as to the peculiar Qualities of the Eye, that fine Part of our Constitution seems as much the Receptacle and Seat of our Passions, Appetites and Inclinations as the Mind it self; and at least it is the outward Portal to introduce them to the House within, or rather the common Thorough-fare to let our Affections pass in and out. Love, Anger, Pride, and Avarice, all visibly move in those little Orbs. I know a young Lady that can't see a certain Gentleman pass by without shewing a secret Desire of seeing him again by a Dance in her Eye-balls; nay, she can't for the Heart of her help looking Half a Street's Length after any Man in a gay Dress. You can't behold a covetous Spirit walk by a Goldsmith's Shop without casting a wistful Eye at the Heaps upon the Counter. Does not a haughty Person shew the Temper of his Soul in the supercilious Rowl of his Eye? and how frequently in the Height of Passion does that moving Picture in our Head start and stare, gather a Redness and quick Flashes of Lightning, and make all its Humours sparkle with Fire, as Virgil finely describes it.",2013-06-17 19:34:06 UTC,"""Now as to the peculiar Qualities of the Eye, that fine Part of our Constitution seems as much the Receptacle and Seat of our Passions, Appetites and Inclinations as the Mind it self; and at least it is the outward Portal to introduce them to the House within, or rather the common Thorough-fare to let our Affections pass in and out.""",2013-06-17 19:34:06 UTC,"","",,Rooms,"","Searching ""mind"" in Project Gutenberg e-text.
",20893,7468
"Why should you think an honest harmless Priest
Should thus design to lead you in a Mist?
Were there no God, why should not he, like you,
Indulge himself in sinful Pleasures too?
You think, perhaps, his dull Capacity,
In flight of Reason, cannot soar so high,
As to confirm him in his Sophistry.
Does all the learned World, but your good Sect,
Wander in Paths to Truth most indirect?
I'm of Opinion, you as probably
May err, as those that own a Deity.
Does your proud Maggot so abuse your Sense,
To make you think ours but a weak Pretence,
And only yours the mighty Argument?
For shame of so unjust a Pride repent.
If dull Religion, as you call it, be
A Cheat, what need the Actors disagree?
What need they different Opinions frame,
When they by one alone might reach the same?
You'd not care how, so you did win the Game.
Strange Light of Nature, which your Will directs
Nothing to see, but what your Light affects:
But now I'm thinking of the Hell you made;
Ah! to what future Grief you are betray'd?
To this, I fancy, with some small amends,
You, as to Heav'n, will recommend your Friends.
Let but the Wine be good, and Gaming square,
You'd not repine to live for ever there:
And let the Miss be sound, and 'tis compleat,
These would to you be Joys divinely sweet.
You'd with those sensual Pleasures ever last,
And fear Eternity made too much haste.
The old Elysium would be too severe,
There drinking is not A-la-Mode I fear;
But Mahomet's Paradise comes very near.
Howe'er it be, pray God you be so wise,
To keep your self out of Fool's Paradise;
There, I'm afraid, your self at last you'll find,
Led on by Reason, that blind Guide o'th'Mind.
Thro Labyrinths of Thought, and envious Ways,
It will conduct you to the fatal Place,
And leave you there---
Naked to Shame, to Horror, and Amaze.
O then, from such Idolatry refrain,
To worship the Chimeras of your Brain.
Make not your Faith your Reason's Sacrifice,
Which only does prevail in Fallacies:
Thus you the Deity the Victim make,
And for the God the Sacrifice mistake.
As by Rebellion Subjects oft become
Lords of their Monarch, and pronounce his Doom:
So Reason, to your wicked Nature join'd,
Rebels 'gainst Faith, whose Slave it was design'd.
For your own sake these fatal Errors mend,
And by your Penitence make glad your Friend,
J. D.
(p. 93-4, ll. 41-95; p. 103-5 in 1704 ed.)",2014-03-08 20:25:41 UTC,"""You think, perhaps, his dull Capacity, / In flight of Reason, cannot soar so high, / As to confirm him in his Sophistry.""",2013-07-11 04:57:17 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in C-H Lion; confirmed in ECCO.,21624,7523
"[...] Now it is natural enough while we read any composition, to turn our thoughts (especially on reading a passage that strikes us forcibly in any light) towards its author; and if known either by person, history or report, to advert to many things respecting his life, fortunes, and character. Thus it happened with me on the present occasion; and I found my ideas suddenly drawn from the sermon in my hand and (in their vagabond way) hurrying over the birth, parentage, education, and situation of the reverend penman. At once, however, they made a full stop in their career, when the still small voice within, laid this question as a stumbling block in the way. And so -- is reposing in the softest, best embraces of the holy Church, while I am still laboring as a country curate on three shillings a day? And, all things considered, why, in God's name, should not I have been raised to this exalted state of dignity, and ease, and have still wielded, what he wielded so well, the birchen sceptre of the pedagogue, and continued to frown in peril and dismay through every trembling class? How unaccountable, how unequal is the distribution of things here! [...]
(IV, p. 25)",2013-08-31 16:41:15 UTC,"""Thus it happened with me on the present occasion; and I found my ideas suddenly drawn from the sermon in my hand and (in their vagabond way) hurrying over the birth, parentage, education, and situation of the reverend penman.""",2013-08-31 16:41:15 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"",Reading,22618,7663
"IV
I faint; I die! my labouring Breast
Is with the mighty Weight of Love opprest:
I feel the Fire possess my Heart,
And pain conveyed to every Part.
Thro' all my Veins the Passion flies,
My feeble Soul forsakes its Place,
A trembling Faintness seals my Eyes,
And Paleness dwells upon my Face;
Oh! let my Love with pow'rful Odours stay
My fainting lovesick Soul that dies away;
One Hand beneath me let him place,
With t'other press me in a chaste Embrace.
(Cf. III, p. 457 in Bond ed.)",2014-06-05 22:02:28 UTC,"""My feeble Soul forsakes its Place, /
A trembling Faintness seals my Eyes, /
And Paleness dwells upon my Face.""",2014-06-05 22:02:28 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching in Project Gutenberg (PGDP) e-text. Confirmed in Bond.",23905,7915
"As soon as the prince of Persia saw Schemselnihar, he could look upon nothing else. We cease inquiring, says he to Ebn Thaher, after what we seek, when once we see it; and there is no doubt left remaining when once the truth makes itself manifest: Do you see this charming beauty? She is the cause of all my sufferings, which I hug, and will never forbear blessing them, how lasting soever they may be: At the sight of this object I am not my own master: my soul is disturbed and rebels, and I fancy it has a mind to leave me! Go then, my soul, I allow thee, but let it be for the welfare and preservation of this weak body. It is you, cruel Ebn Thaher, who is the cause of this disorder; you thought to do me a great pleasure in bringing me hither, and I perceive I am only come to complete my ruin. Pardon me, says he, interrupting himself, I am mistaken, I was willing to come, and can blame nobody but myself; and at these words broke out into tears. I am very well pleased, says Ebn Thaher, that you do me justice: When I told you at first that Schemselnihar was the caliph’s chief favourite, I did it on purpose to prevent that fatal passion which you please yourself with entertaining in your breast: All that you see here ought to disengage you, and you are to think on nothing but of acknowledgment for the honour which Schemselnihar was willing to do you, by ordering me to bring you with me. Call in then your wandering reason, and put yourself in a condition to appear before her as good breeding requires. Lo! there she comes: Were the matter to begin again, I would take other measures, but, since the thing is done, I wish we may not repent it. What I have further to say to you is this, that love is a traitor, who may throw you into a pit you will never get out of.
(I, p. 155; cf. V, p. 82-3 in ECCO; pp. 312-3 in Macks' ed.)",2014-06-20 16:17:29 UTC,"""Call in then your wandering reason, and put yourself in a condition to appear before her as good breeding requires.""",2014-06-20 16:17:29 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,24056,7938
"The prince of Persia was not satisfied to read the letter once; he thought he had read it with too little attention, and therefore read it again with more leisure; and as he read, sometimes he uttered sighs, sometimes he wept, and sometimes he discovered transports of joy and affection, as one who was touched with what he read. In a word, he could not keep his eyes off those characters drawn by so lovely a hand, and therefore began to read it a third time. Then Ebn Thaher told him that the confidant could not stay, and that he ought to think of giving an answer. Alas! cries the prince, how would you have me answer so kind a letter? In what terms shall I express the trouble that I am in? My spirit is tossed with a thousand tormenting things, and my thoughts destroy one another the same moment they are conceived, to make way for more; and so long as my body suffers by the impressions of my mind, how shall I be able to hold paper, or a reed to write. Having spoke thus, he took out of a little desk, paper, cane, and ink.
(I, p. 163; cf. V, p. 111 in ECCO; pp. 326-7 in Mack's ed.)",2014-06-20 16:20:33 UTC,"""My spirit is tossed with a thousand tormenting things, and my thoughts destroy one another the same moment they are conceived, to make way for more; and so long as my body suffers by the impressions of my mind, how shall I be able to hold paper, or a reed to write.""",2014-06-20 16:20:33 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"",Reading,24060,7938