work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4091,"",Gale's Eighteenth Century Collections Online (ECCO).,2004-01-16 00:00:00 UTC,"""Tis worth Observation, that the Metaphor ought no to be too much strain'd, nor taken from things that are mean, flat and contemptible. Here is an Example of each, Of things too much strain'd one of our Authors informs us, that a certain Person speaking of the Tower of a Church that was fallen to the ground, said, That the Twoer was gone to pay a Visit to its Foundation. The Expression of PAaiying a Visit, is there a Metaphor too extravagant; tho' Jesting may cause it to pass current. Of mean things, Tertullian has been blam'd for saying, That the Deluge was but the washing and cleaning of Nature: For the word Washing is too mean for the Deluge, that came from the Appointment of the Lord. And fo contemptible and insipid Metaphors, here is an Example out of M. de la Serre: Each Respiration marks a Minute of the Clock of our Pulse, till our last Breath shall cause the A[lar]m and Hour of our Departure to sound. What a pitiful Metaphor is this? 'Tis doubtless in imitation of the Gibberish of Beuseambille, who has said, The Footman of my Prayers has been tir'd to knock at the Door of your Heart, and the Servant of your Compassion has never vouchsafed to open it. And Harlequin speaking in a Comedy as an Apothecary to Madam Colombine, says, Madam, my Mind is soak'd in the bottom of the Belly of my Ignorance, that I need have some Syrup of your Understanding and Knowledge to liquify the Matter of my Thoughts. But at last the Barber of Time has pull'd out the Tooth of my Passion, that caus'd me to complain so much. And I cannot but relate a Bombast Metaphor, which I heard from the mouth of one who fancy'd that he spoke elegantly. Discoursing of the preaching of the Gospel, in the Audience of the Clergy at a Visitation, from the Pulpt, he said, That it was the brightest Ray, shot out of the Quiver of God's Goodness and Mercy to the English Nation. Did you ever see the Rays of Light come out of a Quiver?
(pp. 92-3, in. 97-8)",,10538,"","""The Footman of my Prayers has been tir'd to knock at the Door of your Heart, and the Servant of your Compassion has never vouchsafed to open it""","",2009-09-14 19:35:04 UTC,""
7468,"","Searching ""mind"" in Project Gutenberg e-text.
",2013-06-17 19:34:06 UTC,"Now as to the peculiar Qualities of the Eye, that fine Part of our Constitution seems as much the Receptacle and Seat of our Passions, Appetites and Inclinations as the Mind it self; and at least it is the outward Portal to introduce them to the House within, or rather the common Thorough-fare to let our Affections pass in and out. Love, Anger, Pride, and Avarice, all visibly move in those little Orbs. I know a young Lady that can't see a certain Gentleman pass by without shewing a secret Desire of seeing him again by a Dance in her Eye-balls; nay, she can't for the Heart of her help looking Half a Street's Length after any Man in a gay Dress. You can't behold a covetous Spirit walk by a Goldsmith's Shop without casting a wistful Eye at the Heaps upon the Counter. Does not a haughty Person shew the Temper of his Soul in the supercilious Rowl of his Eye? and how frequently in the Height of Passion does that moving Picture in our Head start and stare, gather a Redness and quick Flashes of Lightning, and make all its Humours sparkle with Fire, as Virgil finely describes it.",,20893,"","""Now as to the peculiar Qualities of the Eye, that fine Part of our Constitution seems as much the Receptacle and Seat of our Passions, Appetites and Inclinations as the Mind it self; and at least it is the outward Portal to introduce them to the House within, or rather the common Thorough-fare to let our Affections pass in and out.""",Rooms,2013-06-17 19:34:06 UTC,""