work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4656,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""heart"" and ""bird""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Stubborn heart, ungrateful, hard,
With a red-hot iron sear'd!
Carnal heart, immersed in sin,
All a cage of birds unclean!
Downward all thy motions tend;
Lust, the beast, or pride, the fiend,
Show thee, since thy total fall,
Earthly, sensual, devilish all.",2012-04-29,12243,•Cross-reference: compare Plato's image of the soul filled with birds. ,"""Carnal heart, immersed in sin, / All a cage of birds unclean!""","",2012-04-29 20:24:42 UTC,Part I.
5070,"","Reading Susan C. Greenfield's ""Money or Mind? Cecilia, the Novel, and the Real Madness of Selfhood"" in SECC Vol. 33. p. 54.",2005-07-21 00:00:00 UTC,"""To indulge the power of fiction, and send imagination out upon the wing, is often the sport of those who delight too much in silent speculation. When we are alone we are not always busy; the labour of excogitation is too violent to last long; the ardour of enquiry will sometimes give way to idleness or satiety. He who has nothing external that can divert him, must find pleasure in his own thoughts, and must conceive himself what he is not; for who is pleased with what he is? He then expatiates in boundless futurity, and culls from all imaginable conditions that which for the present moment he should most desire, amuses his desires with impossible enjoyments, and confers upon his pride unattainable dominion. The mind dances from scene to scene, unites all pleasures in all combinations, and riots in delights which nature and fortune, with all their bounty, cannot bestow.",2011-05-23,13636,Reviewed 2009-08-14,"""To indulge the power of fiction, and send imagination out upon the wing, is often the sport of those who delight too much in silent speculation.""",Beasts,2011-05-25 16:26:15 UTC,""
6836,"",Reading,2011-04-30 16:43:58 UTC,"But Wit, abstracted from its effects upon the hearer, may be more rigorously and philosophically considered as a kind of discordia concors; a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike. Of wit, thus defined, they have more than enough. The most heterogeneous ideas are yoked by violence together; nature and art are ransacked for illustrations, comparisons, and allusions; their learning instructs, and their subtilty surprises; but the reader commonly thinks his improvement dearly bought, and, though he sometimes admires, is seldom pleased.",,18355,"","""The most heterogeneous ideas are yoked by violence together; nature and art are ransacked for illustrations, comparisons, and allusions; their learning instructs, and their subtilty surprises; but the reader commonly thinks his improvement dearly bought, and, though he sometimes admires, is seldom pleased.""",Beasts,2011-04-30 16:43:58 UTC,""
6869,"",Searching in UVa E-Text Center,2011-05-24 21:20:59 UTC,"No man has ever been drawn to crimes by love or jealousy, envy or hatred, but he can tell how easily he might at first have repelled the temptation, how readily his mind would have obeyed a call to any other object, and how weak his passion has been after some casual avocation, till he has recalled it again to his heart, and revived the viper by too warm a fondness.
(p. 48)",,18486,"","""No man has ever been drawn to crimes by love or jealousy, envy or hatred, but he can tell how easily he might at first have repelled the temptation, how readily his mind would have obeyed a call to any other object, and how weak his passion has been after some casual avocation, till he has recalled it again to his heart, and revived the viper by too warm a fondness.""",Beasts,2011-05-24 21:20:59 UTC,""
6906,"",Searching in UVa E-Text Center,2011-05-26 01:53:08 UTC,"There is no snare more dangerous to busy and excursive minds, than the cobwebs of petty inquisitiveness, which entangle them in trivial employments and minute studies, and detain them in a middle state, between the tediousness of total inactivity, and the fatigue of laborious efforts, enchant them at once with ease and novelty, and vitiate them with the luxury of learning. The necessity of doing something, and the fear of undertaking much, sinks the historian to a genealogist, the philosopher to a journalist ofthe weather, and the mathematician to a constructor of dials.
(p. 300)",,18559,"","""There is no snare more dangerous to busy and excursive minds, than the cobwebs of petty inquisitiveness, which entangle them in trivial employments and minute studies, and detain them in a middle state, between the tediousness of total inactivity, and the fatigue of laborious efforts, enchant them at once with ease and novelty, and vitiate them with the luxury of learning.""",Beasts,2011-05-26 01:53:08 UTC,""
7192,"",Reading,2012-02-28 18:06:46 UTC,"No passage in the Campaign has been more often mentioned than the simile of the Angel, which is said in the Tatler to be ""one of the noblest thoughts that ever entered into the heart of man,"" and is therefore worthy of attentive consideration. Let it be first enquired whether it be a simile. A poetical simile is the discovery of likeness between two actions, in their general nature dissimilar, or of causes terminating by different operations in some resemblance of effect. But the mention of another like consequence from a like cause, or of a like performance by a like agency, is not a simile, but an exemplification. It is not a simile to say that the Thames waters fields, as the Po waters fields; or that as Hecla vomits flames in Iceland, so Aetna vomits flames in Sicily. When Horace says of Pindar, that he pours his violence and rapidity of verse, as a river swoln with rain rushes from the mountain; or of himself, that his genius wanders in quest of poetical decorations, as the bee wanders to collect honey; he, in either case, produces a simile; the mind is impressed with the resemblance of things generally unlike, as unlike as intellect and body. But if Pindar had been described as writing with the copiousness and grandeur of Homer, or Horace had told that he reviewed and finished his own poetry with the same care as Isocrates polished his orations, instead of similitude he would have exhibited almost identity; he would have given the same portraits with different names. In the poem now examined, when the English are represented as gaining a fortified pass, by repetition of attack and perseverance of resolution; their obstinacy of courage, and vigour of onset, is well illustrated by the sea that breaks, with incessant battery, the dikes of Holland. This is a simile; but when Addison, having celebrated the beauty of Marlborough's person, tells us, that ""Achilles thus was formed with every grace,"" here is no simile, but a mere exemplification. A simile may be compared to lines converging at a point, and is more excellent as the lines approach from greater distance; an exemplification may be considered as two parallel lines, which run on together without approximation, never far separated, and never joined.",2012-04-18,19597,REVISIT. INTEREST: META-METAPHORICAL. USE somewhere in the book.,"""When Horace says of Pindar, that he pours his violence and rapidity of verse, as a river swoln with rain rushes from the mountain; or of himself, that his genius wanders in quest of poetical decorations, as the bee wanders to collect honey; he, in either case, produces a simile; the mind is impressed with the resemblance of things generally unlike, as unlike as intellect and body.""",Beasts,2013-06-04 17:20:20 UTC,""
3330,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 15:19:26 UTC,"I am the man who long have known
The strength and rage of inbred sin;
My soul is dead, my heart is stone,
A cage of birds and beasts unclean,
A den of thieves, a dire abode
Of dragons, but no house of God.",,19734,"","""My soul is dead, my heart is stone, / A cage of birds and beasts unclean, / A den of thieves, a dire abode / Of dragons, but no house of God.""",Beasts,2012-04-29 15:19:26 UTC,""
7237,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 15:35:55 UTC,"My heart and flesh cry out for God:
There would I fix my soul's abode,
As birds that in the altars nest;
There would I all my young ones bring,
An offering to my God and King,
And in Thy courts for ever rest.
",,19735,"","""My heart and flesh cry out for God: / There would I fix my soul's abode, / As birds that in the altars nest.""",Beasts,2012-04-29 15:36:08 UTC,""
7245,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-29 20:58:18 UTC,"Soon, if I cease to watch and pray,
The unbelieving heart returns,
Rebels against Thy gracious sway,
With pride, desire, or anger burns.
My heart a cage of birds unclean,
Its old corrupt affections feels,
Its strong propensity to sin;
And God in me no longer dwells.",,19743,"","""My heart a cage of birds unclean, / Its old corrupt affections feels, / Its strong propensity to sin; / And God in me no longer dwells.""",Beasts,2012-04-29 21:05:35 UTC,""
7297,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""horse"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-07-05 14:59:26 UTC,"That work of faith the novice blind
Would fain, on fancy's horse, leap o'er,
A shorter way to Zion find,
And fight with sin--when sin's no more;
Labour, when of the prize possess'd,
And toil, when enter'd into rest.
(vol. ii, p. 323)",,19869,"Hymn DCXXX in 1762 edition, located in ECCO.","""That work of faith the novice blind / Would fain, on fancy's horse, leap o'er, / A shorter way to Zion find, / And fight with sin--when sin's no more.""",Beasts,2012-07-05 14:59:26 UTC,1st Thessalonians 1:3