work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4138,"",Past Masters,2004-02-18 00:00:00 UTC,"In answer to this I observe, that as the notion of matter is here stated, the question is no longer concerning the existence of a thing distinct from spirit and idea, from perceiving and being perceived: but whether there are not certain ideas, of I know not what sort, in the mind of God, which are so many marks or notes that direct him how to produce sensations in our minds, in a constant and regular method: much after the same manner as a musician is directed by the notes of music to produce that harmonious train and composition of sound, which is called a tune; though they who hear the music do not perceive the notes, and may be entirely ignorant of them. But this notion of matter seems too extravagant to deserve a confutation. Besides, it is in effect no objection against what we have advanced, to wit, that there is no senseless, unperceived substance.
(Part I, §71, p. 72)
",,10632,"•Republished in 1734 in London. Editor uses this second edition.
•In §70 Berkeley rehearses the objection that if matter is not perceived by us it is perceived by God: ""That is to say, that there are certain permanent and distinct parcels of matter, corresponding to our ideas, which, though they do not excite them in our minds, or any ways immediately affect us ... they are nevertheless to God, by whom they are perceived, as it were so many occasions to remind him when and what ideas to imprint on our minds"" (p. 71)
•Music or Writing? I've included it in both.
","There are ideas in the mind of God, ""which are so many marks or notes that direct him how to produce sensations in our minds"" just as a musician uses notes to produce a tune.","",2009-09-14 19:35:08 UTC,Response to Occasionalist objection
5406,"",HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO-TCP.,2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,"Such were the notes our chaster Sappho sung,
And every Muse dropped honey on her tongue.
Blest shade! how pure a breath of praise was thine,
Whose spotless life was faultless as thy line;
In whom each worth and every grace conspire,--
The Christian's meekness, and the poet's fire.
Learn'd without pride, a woman without art;
The sweetest manners, and the gentlest heart.
Smooth like her verse her passions learned to move,
And her whole soul was harmony and love.
Virtue that breast without a conflict gained,
And easy, like a native monarch, reigned.
On earth still favoured as by Heaven approved,
The world applauded, and Alexis loved.
With love, with health, with fame and friendship blest,
And of a cheerful heart the constant feast,
What more of bliss sincere could earth bestow?
What purer heaven could angels taste below?
But bliss from earth's vain scenes too quickly flies;
The golden cord is broke;--Alexis dies!
Now in the leafy shade and widowed grove
Sad Philomela mourns her absent love;
Now deep retired in Frome's enchanting vale,
She pours her tuneful sorrows on the gale;
Without one fond reserve the world disclaims,
And gives up all her soul to heavenly flames.
Yet in no useless gloom she wore her days;
She loved the work, and only shunned the praise:
Her pious hand the poor, the mourner blest;
Her image lived in every kindred breast.
Thynn, Carteret, Blackmore, Orrery approved,
And Prior praised, and noble Hertford loved;
Seraphic Kenn, and tuneful Watts were thine,
And virtue's noblest champions filled the line.
Blest in thy friendships! in thy death, too, blest!
Received without a pang to endless rest.
Heaven called the saint matured by length of days,
And her pure spirit was exhaled in praise.
Bright pattern of thy sex, be thou my Muse;
Thy gentle sweetness through my soul diffuse:
Let me thy palm, though not thy laurel share,
And copy thee in charity and prayer:--
Though for the bard my lines are far too faint,
Yet in my life let me transcribe the saint.
(ll. 1-44, pp. 96-7)",,14501,"","""Smooth like her verse her passions learned to move, / And her whole soul was harmony and love.""",Writing,2014-03-08 17:36:16 UTC,""
7187,"",Reading in the British Library,2012-02-08 04:12:26 UTC,"Scholium. These Laws of the Actions of the Soul on the Body, and of the Body on the Soul, are never to be known to us, but by their Effects; as the Laws of Nature in the Actions of Bodies upon one another, were first discovered by Experiment, and afterward reduced into general Propositions. One Law of the Action of the Soul on the Body, & vice versa, seems to be, That upon such and such Motions produced in the Musical Instrument of the Body, such and such Sensations should arise in the Mind; and on such and such Actions of the Soul, such and such Motions in the Body should ensue; much like a Signal agreed to between two Generals, the one within, the other without a Citadel, which should signify to one another, what they have before agreed to, and established between them; or, like the Key of a Cypher, which readily explains the otherwise unintelligible Writing. Besides these Passions and Affections, which are involuntary.
(VI, pp. 146-7)",,19581,"","""One Law of the Action of the Soul on the Body, & vice versa, seems to be, That upon such and such Motions produced in the Musical Instrument of the Body, such and such Sensations should arise in the Mind; and on such and such Actions of the Soul, such and such Motions in the Body should ensue; much like a Signal agreed to between two Generals, the one within, the other without a Citadel, which should signify to one another, what they have before agreed to, and established between them; or, like the Key of a Cypher, which readily explains the otherwise unintelligible Writing.""","Inhabitants, Rooms, and Writing",2012-02-08 04:12:40 UTC,Chap. VI. Of the Passions
8298,"",Viewing the Movie,2018-06-18 17:09:15 UTC,"FLORA
Tell me about my real father.
[ADA nods and strokes FLORA's hair from her face. FLORA leans back.]
How did you speak to him?
[ADA signs to FLORA who watches in love with all the stories of her
mother and unreal father.]
ADA (subtitled)
I didn't need to speak, I could
lay thoughts out in his mind
like they were a sheet",,25218,Hard to say... Sheet Music? Writing? Fabric?,"""I didn't need to speak, I could lay thoughts out in his mind like they were a sheet.""","",2018-06-18 17:09:33 UTC,""