work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3319,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""line"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-05-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Whether some great, supreme, o'er-ruling Power
Stretch'd forth its arm at Nature's natal hour,
Composed this mighty Whole with plastic skill,
Wielding the jarring elements at will?
Or whether sprung from Chaos' mingling storm,
The mass of matter started into form?
Or Chance o'er earth's green lap spontaneous fling
The fruits of autumn and the flowers of spring?
Whether material substance unrefined,
Owns the strong impulse of instinctive mind,
Which to one centre points diverging lines,
Confounds, refracts, invig'rates, and combines?
Whether the joys of earth, the hopes of heaven,
By man to God, or God to man, were given?
If virtue leads to bliss, or vice to woe?
Who rules above? or who reside below?""
Vain questions all--shall man presume to know?
On all these points, and points obscure as these,
Think they who will,--and think whate'er they please!",,8586,"","""Whether material substance unrefined, / Owns the strong impulse of instinctive mind, / Which to one centre points diverging lines, / Confounds, refracts, invig'rates, and combines?""","",2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,""
5178,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Known on earth to none but Thee,
Here a banish'd man I roam;
Let me Thy commandments see,
Show the light that guides me home
All their deep design reveal,
All their inward power impart,
'Grave them with Thy Spirit's seal
On the tables of my heart.
(VIII, p. 211 in 1868 ed.)",,13932,"•I've included thrice: Engraving, Seal, Table
•See also Woodford's and Smart's translations. ","""'Grave [the commandments] with Thy Spirit's seal / On the tables of my heart.""",Writing,2014-02-21 18:36:09 UTC,""
5178,"","Searching ""seal"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-19 00:00:00 UTC,"TETH. Part IX.
Lord, Thou hast Thy word fulfill'd,
Good and gracious as Thou art,
On my heart the promise seal'd,
Wrote forgiveness on my heart!
Teach me then Thy perfect will,
I Thine every word receive;
All Thy law in me fulfil;
Lord, I dare, I dare believe
(Vol. VIII, p. 218)",,13935,•See also Woodford's and Smart's translations. ,"""On my heart the promise seal'd, / Wrote forgiveness on my heart!""","",2014-02-21 18:30:40 UTC,""
5767,"","Reading; confirmed in ECCO-TCP. Found again reading Jack Lynch, ""Samuel Johnson, Unbeliever."" Eighteenth-Century Life 29:3 (September, 2005): 1-19, 16. https://doi.org/10.1215/00982601-29-3-1",2005-09-19 00:00:00 UTC,"When we were alone, I introduced the subject of death, and endeavoured to maintain that the fear of it might be got over. I told him that David Hume said to me, he was no more uneasy to think he should not be after his life, than that he he had not been before he began to exist. JOHNSON. ""Sir, if he really thinks so, his perceptions are disturbed; he is mad; if he does think so, he lies. He may tell you, he holds his finger in the flame of a candle, without feeling pain; would you believe him? When he dies, he at least gives up all he has."" BOSWELL. Foote, Sir, told me, that when he was very ill he was not afraid to die."" JOHNSON. ""It is not true, Sir. Hold a pistol to Foote's breast, or to Hume's breast, and threaten to kill them and you'll see how they behave."" BOSWELL. ""But may we not fortify our minds for the approach of death?""--Here I am sensible I was in the wrong, to bring before his view what he ever looked upon with horrour; for although when in a celestial frame of mind in his ""Vanity of Human Wishes,"" he has supposed death to be ""kind Nature's signal for retreat,"" from this state of being to ""a happier seat,"" his thoughts upon this awful were in general full of dismal apprehensions. His mind resembled the vast ampitheatre, the Colisaeum at Rome. In the centre stood his judgment, which like a mighty gladiator, combated those apprehensions that, like the wild beasts of the Arena, were all around in cells, ready to be let out upon him. After a conflict, he drives then back to their dens; but not killing them, they were still assailing him. To my question, whether we might not fortify our minds for the approach of death, he answered in a passion, ""No, Sir, let it alone. It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time."" He added, (with an earnest look,) ""A man knows it must be so, and submits. It will do him no good to whine.""
(p. 379-80; cf. I, p. 329 in 1791 printing)",,15364,"•I've included four times: Ampitheatre, Coliseum, Gladiator, Beasts","""His mind resembled the vast ampitheatre, the Colisaeum at Rome. In the centre stood his judgment, which like a mighty gladiator, combated those apprehensions that, like the wild beasts of the Arena, were all around in cells, ready to be let out upon him. After a conflict, he drives then back to their dens; but not killing them, they were still assailing him.""",Theater,2018-04-16 20:44:57 UTC,"A.D. 1769, Aetat. 60"
5919,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-20 00:00:00 UTC,"As far as realms, where Eastern kings are laid,
In pomp of death, beneath the cypress shade,
The perfumed lamp with unextinguish'd light
Flames thro' the vault, and cheers the gloom of night.
So, mighty Burke! in thy sepulchral urn,
To fancy's view, the lamp of Truth shall burn.
Thither late times shall turn their reverent eyes,
Led by thy light, and by thy wisdom wise.",,15694,•Huh? Also appears in John Hookham Frere? Cross-reference. Must be a mistake.,"""So, mighty Burke! in thy sepulchral urn, / To fancy's view, the lamp of Truth shall burn""","",2009-09-14 19:44:22 UTC,""
5767,"",Reading in ECCO-TCP,2018-04-26 23:11:25 UTC,"I cannot allow any fragment whatever that floats in my memory concerning the great subject of this work to be lost. Though a small particular may appear trifling to some, it will be relished by others; while every little spark adds something to the general blaze: and to please the true, candid, warm admirers of Johnson, and in any degree increase the splendour of his reputation, I bid defiance to the shafts of ridicule, or even of malignity. Showers of them have been discharged at my ""Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides;"" yet it still sails unhurt along the stream of time, and, as an attendant upon Johnson, ""Pursues the triumph, and partakes the gale.""
(II, 167)",,25190,"","""I cannot allow any fragment whatever that floats in my memory concerning the great subject of this work to be lost.""","",2018-04-26 23:11:25 UTC,""