work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:32:03 UTC,"These propensities gave the colour to her mind, before the passions began to exercise their tyrannic sway, and particularly pointed out those which the soil would have a tendency to nurse.
(IV, p. 27)",,20037,"","""These propensities gave the colour to her mind, before the passions began to exercise their tyrannic sway, and particularly pointed out those which the soil would have a tendency to nurse.""","",2013-03-23 19:32:03 UTC,Chapter IV
7365,"","Searching in HDIS; found again reading Helen Thompson, Ingenuous Subjection (Penn Press, 2005), p. 202.",2013-03-23 19:33:59 UTC,"The orient pearls were strewed around --she hailed the morn, and sung with wild delight, Glory to God on high, good will towards men. She was indeed so much affected when she joined in the prayer for her eternal preservation, that she could hardly conceal her violent emotions; and the recollection never failed to wake her dormant piety when earthly passions made it grow languid.
These various movements of her mind were not commented on, nor were the luxuriant shoots restrained by culture. The servants and the poor adored her.
(p. 30)",,20038,"","""These various movements of her mind were not commented on, nor were the luxuriant shoots restrained by culture.""","",2013-10-28 17:02:21 UTC,Chapter IV
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:35:27 UTC,"In one thing there seemed to be a sympathy between them, for she wrote formal answers to his as formal letters. An extreme dislike took root in her mind; the sound of his name made her turn sick; but she forgot all, listening to Ann's cough, and supporting her languid frame. She would then catch her to her bosom with convulsive eagerness, as if to save her from sinking into an opening grave.
(p. 46)",,20039,"","""An extreme dislike took root in her mind; the sound of his name made her turn sick; but she forgot all, listening to Ann's cough, and supporting her languid frame.""","",2013-03-23 19:35:27 UTC,Chapter VI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:39:20 UTC,"They were people of rank; but unfortunately, though of an ancient family, the title had descended to a very remote branch---a branch they took care to be intimate with; and servilely copied the Countess's airs. Their minds were shackled with a set of notions concerning propriety, the fitness of things for the world's eye, trammels which always hamper weak people. What will the world say? was the first thing that was thought of, when they intended doing any thing they had not done before. Or what would the Countess do on such an occasion? And when this question was answered, the right or wrong was discovered without the trouble of their having any idea of the matter in their own heads. This same Countess was a fine planet, and the satellites observed a most harmonic dance around her.
(pp. 64-5)",,20041,"","""Their minds were shackled with a set of notions concerning propriety, the fitness of things for the world's eye, trammels which always hamper weak people.""",Fetters,2013-03-23 19:39:20 UTC,Chapter XI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:42:17 UTC,"It appears to me that every creature has some notion--or rather relish, of the sublime. Riches, and the consequent state, are the sublime of weak minds:--These images fill, nay, are too big for their narrow souls.
(p. 67)",,20042,"","""These images fill, nay, are too big for their narrow souls.""","",2013-03-23 19:42:17 UTC,Chapter XI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:44:04 UTC,"Henry was a man of learning; he had also studied mankind, and knew many of the intricacies of the human heart, from having felt the infirmities of his own. His taste was just, as it had a standard--- Nature, which he observed with a critical eye. Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved.
(pp. 73-4)",,20043,"","""Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved.""","",2013-03-23 19:44:04 UTC,Chapter XII
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:45:32 UTC,"In these abodes the unhappy individual, who, in the first paroxysm of grief, flies to them for refuge, finds too late she took a wrong step. The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow, the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart.
(p. 78)",,20044,"","""The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow, the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart.""",Metal,2013-03-23 19:45:32 UTC,Chapter XIII
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:47:03 UTC,"Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant. Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection.
(p. 95)",,20045,"","""Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant.""",Inhabitants,2013-03-23 19:47:03 UTC,Chapter XVI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:47:54 UTC,"Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant. Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection.
(p. 95)",,20046,"","""Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection.""",Inhabitants,2013-03-23 19:47:54 UTC,Chapter XVI
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:49:51 UTC,"He had called her his dear girl; the words might have fallen from him by accident; but they did not fall to the ground. My child! His child, what an association of ideas! If I had had a father, such a father!--She could not dwell on the thoughts, the wishes which obtruded themselves. Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul. Lost, in waking dreams, she considered and reconsidered Henry's account of himself; till she actually thought she would tell Ann--a bitter recollection then roused her out of her reverie; and aloud she begged forgiveness of her.
(pp. 96-7)",,20047,"","""Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul.""","",2013-03-23 19:49:51 UTC,Chapter XVI