id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
15561,"",Reading,"",2005-05-09 00:00:00 UTC,,5826,"","",2009-09-14 19:43:59 UTC,"""The slightest breath of dishonour would have stung him to the very soul""","It is difficult to conceive any even more terrible to the individual upon whom it fell, than the treatment which Mr. Falkland in this instance experienced. Every passion of his life was calculated to make him feel it more acutely. He had repeatedly exerted an uncommon energy and prudence, to prevent the misunderstanding between Mr. Tyrrel and himself from proceeding to extremities; but in vain! It was closed with a catastrophe, exceeding all that he had feared, or that the most penetrating foresight could have suggested. To Mr. Falkland disgrace was worse than death. The slightest breath of dishonour would have stung him to the very soul. What must it have been with this complication of ignominy, base, humiliating, and public? Could Mr. Tyrrel have understood the evil he inflicted, even he, under all his circumstances of provocation, could scarcely have perpetrated it. Mr. Falkland's mind was full of uproar like the war of contending elements, and of such suffering as casts contempt on the refinements of inventive cruelty. He wished for annihilation, to lie down in eternal oblivion, in an insensibility, which, compared with what he experienced, was scarcely less enviable than beatitude itself. Horror, detestation, revenge, inexpressible longings to shake off the evil, and a persuasion that in this case all effort was powerless, filled his soul evel to bursting.
(pp. 164-5)"
15616,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""judge"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",Animals,2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,,5876,"","",2014-04-23 18:04:14 UTC,"""Little minds / Do judge of great things, like the purblind gnat, / That deems a fly, a monster""","TITANIA.
'Tis well, my haughty Monarch.
Is Oberon then to learn, that the best hearts,
The most aspiring, and the bravest, cherish
Most comprehensive feelings? Little minds
Do judge of great things, like the purblind gnat,
That deems a fly, a monster. Nobler natures
Encompass universal circumstance:
And while they can create their own enjoyment,
Find pleasing occupation every where.
The maid, that had a sigh for public sorrows,
Was happy, seeking to relieve those sorrows;
And being now a mother, will indulge,
Ev'n tho' a gossip's lullaby excite it,
A mother's ecstasy.--You, Sir, have seen her
Pleading the cause of nations.--I too, Sir,
I too have seen her; I have seen her wear
The robe of Majesty; yet never so,
But that she might descend to ease and sweetness,
All royalty preserv'd. We both have listen'd,
When midst the courtly bands, like one enraptur'd,
She hath enrich'd the gales with heaven-taught harmony:
Yet dwelt such mildness on her brow the while,
Such meek complacence, as did seem to say,
She could have own'd a pleasure in approving
A milk-maid's madrigal!--We both have seen
Her consort Lord, amidst the cares of millions,
Their homage, their applause, yearn to release
A death-doom'd felon's forfeit!--surely then,
Where regal bosoms bear so bland affections,
Titania's talk as well may hope access,
As Oberon's benediction look for welcome.
(pp. 83-5)"
15648,•I've included twice: Island and Monkies,"Searching in HDIS (Drama): found again, ""head"" and ""monk""","",2006-11-16 00:00:00 UTC,2012-06-29,5891,"","Act I, Scene ii",2012-06-29 17:47:54 UTC,"""Her head's like the island, folks tell on, / Which nothing but monkies can dwell on""","RALPH
Oh! a plague of these women! They are just like--
[Air.--Ralph.]
A woman is like to--but stay,
What a woman is like, who can say?
There's no living with, or without one.
Love bites, like a fly,
Now an ear, now an eye,
Buz, buz, always buzzing about one.
When she's tender and kind,
She is like, to my mind,
(And Fanny was so, I remember.)
She is like to--O dear!
She's as good very near
As a ripe melting peach in September.
If she laugh, and she chat,
Play, joke, and all that,
And with smiles and good humour she meet me,
She is like a rich dish
Of ven'son or fish,
That cries from the table, ""Come eat me:""
But she'll plague you, and vex you,
Distract and perplex you;
False-hearted and ranging,
Unsettled and changing,--
What then do you think she is like?
Like a sand! Like a rock!
Like a wheel! Like a clock!
Aye, a clock that is always at strike.
Her head's like the island, folks tell on,
Which nothing but monkies can dwell on;
Her heart's like a lemon, so nice,
She carves for each lover a slice:
In truth, she's to me
Like the wind, like the sea,
Whose raging will hearken to no man.
Like a mill,
Like a pill,
Like a flail,
Like a whale,
Like an ass,
Like a glass,
Whose image is constant to no man:
Like a flower,
Like a shower,
Like a fly,
Like a pye,
Like a pea,
Like a flea,
Like a thief,
Like--in brief,
She's like nothing on earth--but a woman."
18453,"",Browsing in Google Books,"",2011-05-20 15:38:52 UTC,,6858,"","",2011-05-20 15:38:52 UTC,"""Discordant tho' the ideas be, / In Fancy's logic they agree; / As in the Ark by special grace, / Mice liv'd with Cats, yet throve apace.""","By Locke, true WIT is best defin'd,
Her pleasant pictures lure the mind;
Associations sudden rise,
And seize the fancy by surprise;
The effect is strong,--because it's odd,
Like fire electric from a clod;
Or when fix'd air puts out a light,
Tho' vital makes it blaze more bright.
Thus novelty a zest supplies,
And WIT still pleads by surprise;
The brilliant thought that charm'd to day,
By repetition fades away;
A maid thus shines the joy of life;-—
But what a different thing's a wife?
Wit suits not the heroic line,
Her similes are not divine;
The ludicrous they blithly season,
And make us laugh in spite of reason:-—
Discordant tho' the ideas be,
In Fancy's logic they agree;
As in the Ark by special grace,
Mice liv'd with Cats, yet throve apace.
(pp. 29-30)"
19432,"","Searching ""mind"" in Google Books",Beasts,2012-01-09 22:31:08 UTC,,7159,"","",2012-01-09 22:32:22 UTC,"""The passions are the wings of spirit. Cold tranquillity the grave of thought""","'Well, Sir, you say the passions are dangerous, I believe they are useful, and only rebellious, when we would give them false, meanings, or render them subservient to poor convenience. The passions are the wings of spirit. Cold tranquillity the grave of thought. Turn you eyes to my convent! Even there the passions reign; but they rove through the mind like murmuring, winds through barren and gloomy regions.""
(I, p. 190)"
19435,"",Searching in Google Books,"",2012-01-09 22:36:28 UTC,,7159,"","",2012-01-09 22:36:28 UTC,"""Millions of chimeras floated on my imagination all were rejected in speedy succession ere they became old enough to take the colour of reason; yet fancy will be busy till we are no more."""," [...] The carriage soon left the high roads; the hoofs of the horses were not to be heard, and I concluded they were for many miles running over turf. The mind of man, when disturbed, is a chaos, 'without form and void.' His ideas take no shape, or the formation he tries at swiftly dies. Millions of chimeras floated on my imagination all were rejected in speedy succession ere they became old enough to take the colour of reason; yet fancy will be busy till we are no more.
(I, pp. 137-8)"
19863,"","Searching ""horse"" and ""passion"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",Beasts,2012-07-05 13:45:31 UTC,,7294,"","",2014-03-03 20:27:00 UTC,"""But wicked man! what does he, carnal wretch, / With all his horse-like passions on full stretch?""","Let me confess that beauty is delicious:
To clasp it in our arms, is nice--but vicious:
That is to say, unlawful hugs--caresses
Which want those bonds which God Almighty blesses.
I do not say that we should not embrace:
We may--but then it should be done with grace:
The flesh should scarce be thought of--there's the merit:
Sweet are the palpitations of the spirit!
Pure are indeed the kisses of th' upright;
So simple, meek, and sanctified, and slight!
Good men so softly press the virgin lip!
But wicked man! what does he, carnal wretch,
With all his horse-like passions on full stretch?
The mouth, sweet cup of kisses, scorns to sip--
But with the spicy nectar waxing warm,
The knave gets drunk upon the pouting charm;
Seizes the damsel round the waist so handy;
And, as I've said before, gets drunk, the beast,
Like aldermen, the guttlers at a feast:
For ladies' lips are cherries steep'd in brandy."
23142,INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY.,Searching in ECCO-TCP,Rooms and Writing,2013-11-10 02:02:48 UTC,,7749,"","",2013-11-10 02:02:48 UTC,"""Her mind was a kind of circulating library in little, and I sincerely wish romances were always attended with the same good effects they produced in her; for there is scarcely a good moral inculcated by them that she did not act up to.""","What made her company so particularly desirable, was the astonishing fund of information she had treasured up, by sitting in her father's shop. Her mind was a kind of circulating library in little, and I sincerely wish romances were always attended with the same good effects they produced in her; for there is scarcely a good moral inculcated by them that she did not act up to. Not that she had not formed a decided opinion of writings as well as writers; but she rarely broached that opinion, thinking with Madam DACIER that silence was the best ornament of the female sex. It was evident, however, that it was wisely and judiciously chosen, for at the head of her favourite authors she placed Dr. JOHNSON; though I rather think her great admiration of him must have been as a critic, for the Doctor is known to have entertained a rooted dislike to mythology, and indeed every figurative writing which does not square with what he calls truth and morality; whereas Emma maintained that morality being the noblest drift of literature, those writings were the most perfect which brought virtue into danger, that she might rise the more triumphant; and that such productions received an additional force and beauty from allegory and mythological allusion.
(X, p. 84)"
23461,"",Reading,Animals,2014-03-06 02:27:04 UTC,,5841,"","",2014-03-06 02:27:04 UTC,"""This was soon chased away by Emily's smile, who smiled, however, with an aching heart, for she saw that his misfortunes preyed upon his mind, and upon his enfeebled frame.""","On the following day, therefore, they recommenced their journey through Languedoc, winding the shores of the Mediterranean; the Pyrenées still forming the magnificent back-ground of their prospects, while on their right was the ocean, and, on their left, wide extended plains melting into the blue horizon. St. Aubert was pleased, and conversed much with Emily, yet his cheerfulness was sometimes artificial, and sometimes a shade of melancholy would steal upon his countenance, and betray him. This was soon chased away by Emily's smile, who smiled, however, with an aching heart, for she saw that his misfortunes preyed upon his mind, and upon his enfeebled frame.
(I, pp. 161-2; p. 60 in Penguin)"
23505,"",Reading,Animals,2014-03-06 03:07:58 UTC,,5841,"","",2014-03-06 03:07:58 UTC,"""She endeavoured to withdraw her thoughts from the anxiety, that preyed upon them, but they refused controul; she could neither read, or draw, and the tones of her lute were so utterly discordant with the present state of her feelings, that she could not endure them for a moment.""","Thus the hours passed in solitude, in silence, and in anxious conjecturing. Being not once disturbed by a message, or a sound, it appeared, that Montoni had wholly forgotten her, and it gave her some comfort to find, that she could be so unnoticed. She endeavoured to withdraw her thoughts from the anxiety, that preyed upon them, but they refused controul; she could neither read, or draw, and the tones of her lute were so utterly discordant with the present state of her feelings, that she could not endure them for a moment.
(II, pp. 300 in Penguin)"