work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4167,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Objects, which thro' the Senses make their Way,
And just Impressions to the Soul convey,
Give her Occasion first her self to move,
And to exert her Hatred, or her Love.
Ideas, which to some impulsive seem,
Act not upon the Mind, but That on them.
When she to foreign Objects Audience gives,
Their Strokes and Motions in the Brain perceives,
As these Perceptions we Ideas name,
From her own Pow'r and active Nature came,
So when discern'd by Intellectual Light,
Her self her various Passions does excite,
To Ill her Hate, to Good her Appetite:
To shun the first, the latter to procure,
She chuses Means by free Elective Pow'r.
She can their various Habitudes survey,
Debate their Fitness, and their Merit weigh,
And while the Means suggested she compares,
She to the Rivals This or That prefers.
(VII, ll. 446-464, pp. 338-9)
",,10781,•INTEREST. RICH passage. I've cut and pasted the whole book for study.,"""When she to foreign Objects Audience gives, / Their Strokes and Motions in the Brain perceives, / As these Perceptions we Ideas name, / From her own Pow'r and active Nature came, / So when discern'd by Intellectual Light, / Her self her various Passions does excite, / To Ill her Hate, to Good her Appetite: /
To shun the first, the latter to procure, / She chuses Means by free Elective Pow'r.""",Empire and Inhabitants,2013-08-07 14:35:43 UTC,Book VII
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:23:14 UTC,"ARTAXERXES.
A Beam of Hope,
Strikes thro' my Soul, like the first Infant Light,
That glanc'd upon the Chaos; if we reach
The open City, Fate may be ours again;
But oh whate're Success or Happiness
Attend my Life, still fair unhappy Maid,
Still shall thy Memory be my Grief and Honour,
On one fix'd Day in each returning Year,
Cypress and Myrtle for thy Sake I'll wear,
Ev'n my Amestris thy hard Fate shall mourn,
And with fresh Roses Crown thy Virgin urn.
Till in Elysium blest thy gentle Shade
Shall own my Vows of Sorrow justly paid.
(IV.iii, p. 54)",,21967,"","""A Beam of Hope, / Strikes thro' my Soul, like the first Infant Light, / That glanc'd upon the Chaos.""","",2013-07-22 04:23:14 UTC,"Act IV, scene iii"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:30:54 UTC,"ARTAXERXES.
'Tis past, 'tis past;
[Lying down.]
And all fires those that lighted up my Soul
Glory and bright Ambition languish now,
And leave me dark and gloomy as the Grave.
Oh thou soft dying sweetness!--Shall I Rage
And Curse my self? Curse ev'n the God's?--Oh no;
I am the Slave of Fate, and bow beneath
The load that presses me; am sunk to Earth
And ne're shall rise again; here will I sit
And gaze 'till I am nothing.
(V.ii, p. 65)
",,21969,"Pagination screwy in C-H LionFixing what looked like typo: ""snuk"" to ""sunk"". The misspelling is in the original","""And all fires those that lighted up my Soul / Glory and bright Ambition languish now, / And leave me dark and gloomy as the Grave.""","",2013-07-22 04:30:54 UTC,"Act V, scene ii"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:32:18 UTC,"ARIBERT.
Still to this Place
My Heart inclines, still hither turn my Eyes,
Hither my Feet unbidden find their way.
Like a fond Mother from her dying Babe
Forc'd by officious Friends, and Servants Care,
I linger at the Door, and wish to know,
Yet dread to hear the Fate of what I Love.
Oh Seofrid! do'st thou not wonder much,
And pity my weak Temper, when thou seest me
Thus in a Moment chang'd from Hot to Cold,
My active Fancy glowing now with Hopes,
Anon thus drooping; Death in my pale Visage,
My Heart, and my chill Veins, all freezing with Despair.
(III.i, pp. 22-3)",,22016,"","""Oh Seofrid! do'st thou not wonder much, / And pity my weak Temper, when thou seest me / Thus in a Moment chang'd from Hot to Cold, / My active Fancy glowing now with Hopes, / Anon thus drooping; Death in my pale Visage, / My Heart, and my chill Veins, all freezing with Despair.""","",2013-07-25 03:32:18 UTC,"Act III, scene i"