work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3963,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""line"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,"Then answer'd Job. This Sacred Truth I own,
That God has still unblemish'd Justice shown.
Nor can a Man his Innocence defend,
If with him God should in Debate contend.
What Reasonings e'er he offers in dispute,
Man of a thousand could not one Confute.
He's Wise in Heart, and guides all Nature's Ways,
And at a View the Universe surveys.
The Heart he searches with his piercing Eye,
And bubbling Thoughts does in their Spring descry.
Unfinish'd Notions in the Mind he sees,
And the rude Lines of half-drawn Images.
He views the Spark that first our Bosom fires,
And the first struggling of unborn Desires.
He from the Hills of Time looks down, to see
The boundless Vale of dark Futurity.
He sees all Ages from Duration's Deep
Come rolling on, and how they Order keep.
All things he sees in Time's Capacious Womb,
And turns the Annals o'er of Years to come.
He sees each Chance, and every future Turn,
And reads the Lives of Monarchs yet unborn.
He views Events that in their Causes lye,
And sees Effects in Nature's Energy.
He minds our Ways, and to his clearer Sight
Those Paths are crooked, which we thought were right.",,10309,"","""Unfinish'd Notions in the Mind he sees, / And the rude Lines of half-drawn Images.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:53 UTC,""
4105,"",HDIS,2004-02-25 00:00:00 UTC,"For 'tis in Life, as 'tis in Painting:
Much may be Right, yet much be Wanting:
From Lines drawn true, our Eye may trace
A Foot, a Knee, a Hand, a Face:
May justly own the Picture wrought
Exact to Rule, exempt from Fault:
Yet if the Colouring be not there,
The Titian Stroke, the Guido Air;
To nicest Judgment show the Piece;
At best 'twill only not displease:
It would not gain on Jersey's Eye:
Bradford would frown, and set it by.
Thus in the Picture of our Mind
The Action may be well design'd;
Guided by Law, and bound by Duty;
Yet want this Je ne sçay quoy of Beauty:
And tho' it's Error may be such,
As Knags and Burgess cannot hit;
It yet may feel the nicer Touch
Of Wicherley's or Congreve's Wit.
(p. 260, ll. 55-81)",,10562,"","""Thus in the Picture of our Mind / The Action may be well design'd; / Guided by Law, and bound by Duty; / Yet want this Je ne sçay quoy of Beauty.""","",2013-07-22 15:05:10 UTC,""
4151,"",HDIS,2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet if we look more closely, we shall find
Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind:
Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light;
The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.
But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd,
Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
So by false learning is good sense defac'd:
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools.
In search of wit these lose their common sense,
And then turn Critics in their own defence:
Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,
Or with a Rival's, or an Eunuch's spite.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side.
If Mævius scribble in Apollo 's spight,
There are, who judge still worse than he can write.
(I, ll. 19-35)",2009-01-28,10675,"•I've included thrice: Seed, Light, Line","""Yet if we look more closely, we shall find / Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind: / Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light; / The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.""","",2009-09-14 19:35:10 UTC,Part I
4151,"",HDIS,2003-10-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet if we look more closely, we shall find
Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind:
Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light;
The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right.
But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd,
Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd,
So by false learning is good sense defac'd:
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools.
In search of wit these lose their common sense,
And then turn Critics in their own defence:
Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,
Or with a Rival's, or an Eunuch's spite.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side.
If Mævius scribble in Apollo 's spight,
There are, who judge still worse than he can write.
(I, ll. 19-35)",2009-01-28,10677,"","""But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd, / Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd, / So by false learning is good sense defac'd.""","",2009-09-14 19:35:11 UTC,Part I
4157,"",Searching on-line offerings at Free-Press Online Library of Liberty (OLL),2005-05-26 00:00:00 UTC,"I consider an Human Soul without Education like Marble in the Quarry, which shews none of its inherent Beauties, till the Skill of the Polisher fetches out the Colours, makes the Surface shine, and discovers every ornamental Cloud, Spot and Vein that runs through the Body of it. Education, after the same manner, when it works upon a noble Mind, draws out to View every latent Vertue and Perfection, which without such Helps are never able to make their Appearance.
(p. 131)
",,10703,•I've included twice: Marble and Sculpture,"""I consider an Human Soul without Education like Marble in the Quarry, which shews none of its inherent Beauties, till the Skill of the Polisher fetches out the Colours, makes the Surface shine, and discovers every ornamental Cloud, Spot and Vein that runs through the Body of it.""","",2011-06-06 01:34:22 UTC,""
4040,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-21 16:09:15 UTC,"There are Men of Sense as well as Wit, who think differently of every thing. Those who are endow'd with a fine and delicate manner of discerning, conceive those things under nice Ideas to be the same as they really are: Wits of a narrower Size generally conceive but the superficial Part of Objects. Subtle Wits define too much, and evaporate all their Conceptions into vain Imaginations. The difference which is observable in these arises from the Disposition of the Organs Diversity of the Fibres of the Brain, and the Substance wherewith it is fill'd. It is not to be doubted but that these things, altho' purely material, contribute to the Beauty and Nicety of Wit, because the Soul, when it is enclos'd in the Body, depends on the Organs, and those, when well dispos'd, are of much greater Aid to it in the performance of its Duty. Suppose a Painter be never so expert, he must have a Pencil for his Purpose when he has aim'd to draw fine and delicate Lines.
(II< pp. 124-5)",,21103,"","""It is not to be doubted but that these things, altho' purely material, contribute to the Beauty and Nicety of Wit, because the Soul, when it is enclos'd in the Body, depends on the Organs, and those, when well dispos'd, are of much greater Aid to it in the performance of its Duty. Suppose a Painter be never so expert, he must have a Pencil for his Purpose when he has aim'd to draw fine and delicate Lines.""","",2013-06-21 16:09:15 UTC,""
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:59:28 UTC,"ARPASIA.
Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine,
Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind
Can barely know, unable to describe it;
Imagine, 'tis a Tract of endless Joys,
Without Satiety, or Interruption;
Imagine, 'tis to meet, and part no more.
(II.ii, p. 29)",,21847,"","""Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine, /
Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind / Can barely know, unable to describe it.""","",2013-07-17 03:59:28 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7550,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:45:58 UTC,"CALISTA.
Because my Soul was rudely drawn from yours;
A poor imperfect Copy of my Father,
Where Goodness, and the strength of manly Virtue,
Was thinly planted, and the idle Void
Fill'd up with light Belief, and easie Fondness;
It was, because I lov'd, and was a Woman.
(V.i, p. 54)",,21882,"","""Because my Soul was rudely drawn from yours; / A poor imperfect Copy of my Father, / Where Goodness, and the strength of manly Virtue, / Was thinly planted, and the idle Void / Fill'd up with light Belief, and easie Fondness; / It was, because I lov'd, and was a Woman.""","",2013-07-18 21:45:58 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:36:32 UTC,"RODOGUNE.
Why do I stay,
Why linger thus within this hated Place,
Where ev'ry Object shocks my loathing Eyes,
And calls my injur'd Glory to Remembrance?
The King!--the Wretch; but wherefore did I name him?
Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought,
Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self;
Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art,
And paint some pleasing Image to delight me.
Let Beauty mix with Majesty and Youth,
Let manly Grace be temper'd well with Softness;
Let Love, the God himself, adorn the Work,
And I will call the charming Fantome, Aribert.
Oh Venus!--whither--whither would I wander?
Be husht, my Tongue--ye Gods!--'tis he himself.--
(III.i, p. 27)",,22020,"","""Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought, / Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self; / Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art, / And paint some pleasing Image to delight me.""","",2013-07-25 03:36:32 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:19:05 UTC,"It is said that patience is a cure for all distempers, but it sours mine instead of sweetening it. Although your picture be deeply engraven in my heart, my eyes desire constantly to see the original; and they will lose their light if they be any considerable time deprived of it. May I flatter myself that yours have the same impatience to see me? Yes, I can; their tender glances discovered it to me. How happy, prince, should you and Schemselnihar both be, if our agreeable desires were not crossed by invincible obstacles, which afflict me as sensibly as they do you.
(I, 162; cf. V, 109-10 in ECCO; p. 326 in Mack's ed.)",,24058,"","""Although your picture be deeply engraven in my heart, my eyes desire constantly to see the original; and they will lose their light if they be any considerable time deprived of it.""",Impressions,2014-06-20 16:19:05 UTC,""