theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""Give me Thy meek and lowly Mind, /
And stamp Thine Image on my Heart.""",4637,Impressions,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12213,2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,2014-02-09 20:25:17 UTC,2014-02-09,Part I,"4. Rest for my Soul I long to find;
Saviour of All, if Mine Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and lowly Mind,
And stamp Thine Image on my Heart.
(p. 91)",""
"","""Be mindful of Thy gracious Word, / And stamp me with Thy Spirit's Seal.""",4638,Impressions,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""seal;"" text from Google Books",12214,2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,2014-02-09 20:43:29 UTC,2014-02-09,"Part II.
Confirmed in 1742. Text from ","Holy, and true, and Righteous Lord,
I wait to prove Thy Perfect Will;
Be mindful of Thy gracious Word,
And stamp me with Thy Spirit's Seal.
(p. 263)",""
"","""Transform my Nature into Thine, / Let all my Powers Thine Impress feel, / Let all my Soul become Divine, / And stamp me with Thy Spirit's Seal.""",4643,Impression,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry); text from Google Books",12222,2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,2014-02-09 19:34:48 UTC,2014-02-09,Part II.,"3. Transform my Nature into Thine,
Let all my Powers Thine Impress feel,
Let all my Soul become Divine,
And stamp me with Thy Spirit's Seal.
(p. 136)",""
"","""Of this number I could name a Peer no less elevated by Nature than by Fortune, who whilst he wears the noblest Ensigns of Honour on his Person, bears the truest Stamp of Dignity on his Mind, adorned with Greatness, enriched with Knowledge, and embelished with Genius.""",4718,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Prose)",12452,2005-03-10 00:00:00 UTC,2012-06-27 19:20:11 UTC,2012-06-27,"","I shall detain my Reader no longer than to give him one Caution more of an opposite kind: For as in most of our particular Characters we mean not to lash Individuals, but all of that like sort; so in our general Descriptions, we mean not Universals, but would be understood with many Exceptions: For instance, in our Description of high People, we cannot be intended to include such, as whilst they are an Honour to their high Rank, by a well-guided Condescension, make their Superiority as easy as possible, to those whom Fortune hath chiefly placed below them. Of this number I could name a Peer no less elevated by Nature than by Fortune, who whilst he wears the noblest Ensigns of Honour on his Person, bears the truest Stamp of Dignity on his Mind, adorned with Greatness, enriched with Knowledge, and embelished with Genius. I have seen this Man relieve with Generosity, while he hath conversed with Freedom, and be to the same Person a Patron and a Companion. I could name a Commoner raised higher above the Multitude by superiour Talents, than is in the power of his Prince to exalt him; whose Behaviour to those he hath obliged is more amiable than the Obligation itself, and who is so great a Master of Affability, that if he could divest himself of an inherent Greatness in his Manner, would often make the lowest of his Acquaintance forget who was the Master of that Palace, in which they are so courteously entertained. These are Pictures which must be, I believe, known: I declare they are taken from the Life, nor are intended to exceed it. By those high People therefore whom I have described, I mean a Set of Wretches, who while they are a Disgrace to their Ancestors, whose Honours and Fortunes they inherit, (or perhaps a greater to their Mother, for such Degeneracy is scarce credible) have the Insolence to treat those with disregard, who have been equal to the Founders of their own Splendor. It is, I fancy, impossible to conceive a Spectacle more worthy of our Indignation, than that of a Fellow who is not only a Blot in the Escutcheon of a great Family, but a Scandal to the human Species, maintaining a supercilious Behaviour to Men who are an Honour to their Nature, and a Disgrace to their Fortune.
(II.iii.1, pp. 7-9)","Vol. 2, Book 3, Chap. 1"
"","""Mr. Dennis argues the same way. 'My writings having made great impression on the minds of all sensible men'""",4727,Impression,"Searching in ""mind"" and ""impression"" HDIS (Poetry)",12507,2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:37:04 UTC,,"•Note to line ""Jacob, the scourge of Grammar, mark with awe,""","Remarks.
Ver. 149, 150. Jacob, the scourge of Grammar, mark with awe; Nor less revere him, blunderbuss of Law. ]
There may seem some error in these verses, Mr. Jacob having proved our author to have a Respect for him, by this undeniable argument. ""He had once a Regard for my Judgment; otherwise he would never have subscribed Two Guineas to me, for one small Book in octavo."" Jacob's Letter to Dennis, printed in Dennis's Remarks on the Dunciad, pag. 49. Therefore I should think the appellation of Blunderbuss to Mr. Jacob, like that of Thunderbolt to Scipio, was meant in his honour.
Mr. Dennis argues the same way. ""My writings having made great impression on the minds of all sensible men, Mr. P. repented, and to give proof of his Repentance, subscribed to my two volumes of select Works, and afterward to my two Volumes of Letters."" Ibid. pag. 80. We should hence believe, the Name of Mr. Dennis hath also crept into this poem by some mistake. But from hence, gentle reader! thou may'st beware, when thou givest thy money to such Authors, not to flatter thyself that my motives are Good-nature or Charity.",""
First Impressions,"""But as it happens to Persons, who have in their Infancy been thoroughly frightned with certain no Persons called Ghosts, that they retain their Dread of those Beings, after they are convinced that there are no such things; so these young Ladies, tho' they no longer apprehend devouring, cannot so entirely shake off all that hath been instilled into them; they still entertain the Idea of that Censure which was so strongly imprinted on their tender Minds, to which the Declarations of Abhorrence they every day hear from their Companions greatly contribute.""",4718,Impressions,Reading,19967,2013-02-19 02:39:03 UTC,2013-02-19 02:39:03 UTC,,"","Habit, my good Reader, hath so vast a Prevalence over the human Mind, that there is scarce any thing too strange or too strong to be asserted of it. The Story of the Miser, who from long accustoming to cheat others, came at last to cheat himself, and with great Delight and Triumph, picked his own Pocket of a Guinea, to convey to his Hoard, is not impossible or improbable. In like manner, it fares with the Practisers of Deceit, who from having long deceived their Acquaintance, gain at last a Power of deceiving themselves, and acquire that very Opinion (however false) of their own Abilities, Excellencies and Virtues, into which they have for Years perhaps endeavoured to betray their Neighbours. Now, Reader, to apply this Observation to my present Purpose, thou must know, that as the Passion generally called Love, exercises most of the Talents of the Female or fair World; so in this they now and then discover a small Inclination to Deceit; for which thou wilt not be angry with the beautiful Creatures, when thou hast considered, that at the Age of seven or something earlier, Miss is instructed by her Mother, that Master is a very monstrous kind of Animal, who will, if she suffers him to come too near her, infallibly eat her up, and grind her to pieces. That so far from kissing or toying with him of her own accord, she must not admit him to kiss or toy with her. And lastly, that she must never have any Affection towards him; for if she should, all her Friends in Petticoats would esteem her a Traitress, point at her, and hunt her out of their Society. These Impressions being first received, are farther and deeper inculcated by their School-mistresses and Companions; so that by the Age of Ten they have contracted such a Dread of, and Abhorrence of the above named Monster, that whenever they see him, they fly from him as the innocent Hare doth from the Greyhound. Hence to the Age of 14 or 15, they entertain a mighty Antipathy to Master; they resolve and frequently profess that they will never have any Commerce with him, and entertain fond Hopes of passing their Lives out of his reach, of the Possibility of which they have so visible an Example in their good Maiden Aunt. But when they arrive at this Period, and have now past their second Climacteric, when their Wisdom grown riper, begins to see a little farther; and from almost daily falling in Master's way, to apprehend the great Difficulty of keeping out of it; and when they observe him look often at them, and sometimes very eagerly and earnestly too, (for the Monster seldom takes any notice of them till at this Age) they then begin to think of their Danger; and as they perceive they cannot easily avoid him, the wiser Part bethink themselves of providing by other Means for their Security. They endeavour by all the Methods they can invent to render themselves so amiable in his Eyes, that he may have no Inclination to hurt them; in which they generally succeed so well, that his Eyes, by frequent languishing, soon lessen their Idea of his Fierceness, and so far abate their Fears, that they venture to parley with him; and when they perceive him so different from what he hath been described, all Gentleness, Softness, Kindness, Tenderness, Fondness, their dreadful Apprehensions vanish in a moment; and now (it being usual with the human Mind to skip from one Extreme to its Opposite, as easily, and almost as suddenly, as a Bird from one Bough to another;) Love instantly succeeds to Fear: But as it happens to Persons, who have in their Infancy been thoroughly frightned with certain no Persons called Ghosts, that they retain their Dread of those Beings, after they are convinced that there are no such things; so these young Ladies, tho' they no longer apprehend devouring, cannot so entirely shake off all that hath been instilled into them; they still entertain the Idea of that Censure which was so strongly imprinted on their tender Minds, to which the Declarations of Abhorrence they every day hear from their Companions greatly contribute. To avoid this Censure therefore, is now their only care; for which purpose they still pretend the same Aversion to the Monster: And the more they love him, the more ardently they counterfeit the Antipathy. By the continual and constant Practice of which Deceit on others, they at length impose on themselves, and really believe they hate what they love. Thus indeed it happened to Lady Booby, who loved Joseph long before she knew it; and now loved him much more than she suspected. She had indeed, from the time of his Sister's Arrival in the Quality of her Niece; and from the Instant she viewed him in the Dress and Character of a Gentleman, began to conceive secretly a Design which Love, had concealed from herself, 'till Dream betrayed it to her.
(II.iv.7)","Vol. 2, Book 4, Chap. 7
"
"","""No; in pity sent, / To melt him down, like wax, and then impress, / Indelible, Death's image on his heart; / Bleeding for others, trembling for himself.""",7407,Impressions,Reading,20498,2013-06-10 20:10:44 UTC,2013-06-10 20:10:44 UTC,,"","Such, Britons! is the cause, to you unknown,
Or worse, o'erlook'd; o'erlook'd by magistrates,
Thus criminals themselves. I grant the deed
Is madness; but the madness of the heart.
And what is that? Our utmost bound of guilt.
A sensual, unreflecting life is big
With monstrous births, and Suicide, to crown
The black infernal brood. The bold to break
Heaven's law supreme, and desperately rush
Through sacred Nature's murder on their own,
Because they never think of death, they die.
'Tis equally man's duty, glory, gain,
At once to shun and meditate his end.
When by the bed of languishment we sit,
(The seat of wisdom! if our choice, not fate,)
Or o'er our dying friends in anguish hang,
Wipe the cold dew, or stay the sinking head,
Number their moments, and in every clock
Start at the voice of an eternity;
See the dim lamp of life just feebly lift
An agonizing beam, at us to gaze,
Then sink again, and quiver into death,
That most pathetic herald of our own:---
How read we such sad scenes? as sent to man
In perfect vengeance? No; in pity sent,
To melt him down, like wax, and then impress,
Indelible, Death's image on his heart;
Bleeding for others, trembling for himself.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile:
The mind turns fool before the cheek is dry.
Our quick-returning folly cancels all;
As the tide rushing rases what is writ
In yielding sands, and smooths the letter'd shore.
(ll. 483-515, pp. 129-130 in CUP edition)",Night the Fifth
"","""In man, the more we dive, the more we see / Heaven's signet stamping an immortal make.""",7411,Impressions,Reading,20552,2013-06-12 15:34:18 UTC,2013-06-12 15:34:18 UTC,,"","In man, the more we dive, the more we see
Heaven's signet stamping an immortal make.
Dive to the bottom of his soul, the base
Sustaining all, what find we? Knowledge, love.
As light and heat essential to the sun,
These to the soul. And why, if souls expire?
How little lovely here! How little known!
Small knowledge we dig up with endless toil;
And love unfeign'd may purchase perfect hate.
Why starved, on earth, our angel-appetites,
While brutal are indulged their fulsome fill?
Were then capacities Divine conferr'd,
As a mock diadem, in savage sport,
Rank insult of our pompous poverty,
Which reaps but pain from seeming claims so fair?
In future age lies no redress? and shuts
Eternity the door on our complaint?
If so, for what strange ends were mortals made!
The worst to wallow, and the best to weep;
The man who merits most, must most complain.
Can we conceive a disregard in Heaven,
What the worst perpetrate, or best endure?
(ll 253-174, pp. 185-6)",Night the Seventh
"","""Read and revere the sacred page; a page / Where triumphs Immortality; a page / Which not the whole creation could produce; / Which not the conflagration shall destroy; / In Nature's ruins not one letter lost: / 'Tis printed in the minds of gods for ever.""",7411,Impressions and Writing,Reading,20591,2013-06-12 19:36:38 UTC,2013-06-12 19:36:38 UTC,,"","With insolence and impotence of thought,
Instead of racking fancy to refute,
Reform thy manners, and the truth enjoy.--
But shall I dare confess the dire result?
Can thy proud reason brook so black a brand?
From purer manners, to sublimer faith,
Is Nature's unavoidable ascent:
An honest deist, where the gospel shines,
Matured to nobler, in the Christian ends.
When that bless'd change arrives, e'en cast aside
This song superfluous: life immortal strikes
Conviction, in a flood of light Divine.
A Christian dwells, like Uriel, in the sun.
Meridian Evidence puts Doubt to flight;
And ardent Hope anticipates the skies.
Of that bright sun, Lorenzo! scale the sphere:
'Tis easy; it invites thee; it descends
From heaven to woo, and waft thee whence it came:
Read and revere the sacred page; a page
Where triumphs Immortality; a page
Which not the whole creation could produce;
Which not the conflagration shall destroy;
In Nature's ruins not one letter lost:
'Tis printed in the minds of gods for ever.
(ll. 1342-1365, p. 213 in CUP edition)",Night the Seventh
"","""Let every thing we desire to remember be fairly and distinctly written and divided into Periods, with large Characters in the Beginning; for by this Means we shall the more readily imprint the Matter and Words on our Minds, and recollect them with a Glance, the more remarkable the Writing appears to the Eye.""",4702,Impressions and Writing,Searching and Reading in Google Books,23395,2014-02-05 22:41:16 UTC,2014-02-05 22:42:10 UTC,,"INTEREST. Print logic and Eisenstein's claims are seen here with a vengeance, no? USE IN ENTRY?
Also, REVISIT: Are the lines from Horace Watt's translation? Does he bother them? SHould the metaphor of engraving get its own entry?","Let every thing we desire to remember be fairly and distinctly written and divided into Periods, with large Characters in the Beginning; for by this Means we shall the more readily imprint the Matter and Words on our Minds, and recollect them with a Glance, the more remarkable the Writing appears to the Eye. This Sense conveys the Ideas to the Fancy better than any other; and what we have seen is not so soon forgotten as what we have only heard. What Horace affirms of the Mind or Passions may be said also of the Memory;
Segnius irritant animos demissa per aurem
Quam quæ sunt oculis subjecta fidelibus,& qua
Ipse sibi tradit spectator.
Apply'd thus in English:
Sounds which address the Ear are lost and die
In one short Hour; but that which strikes the Eye
Lives long upon the Mind; the faithful Sight
Engraves the Knowledge with a Beam of Light.
(pp. 276-7)",""