text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Search well, my soul, thro' all the dark recesses
Of nature and self-love, the plies, the folds,
And hollow winding caverns of the heart,
Where flattery hides our sins; search out the foes
Of thy almighty friend; what lawless passions,
What vain desires, what vicious turns of thought
Lurk there unheeded: Bring them forth to view,
And sacrifice the rebels to his honour.
Well he deserves this worship at thy hands,
Who pardons thy past follies, who restores
Thy mouldring fabric, and withholds thy life
From the near borders of a gaping grave.",2011-07-20 14:19:35 UTC,"""Search well, my soul, thro' all the dark recesses / Of nature and self-love, the plies, the folds, / And hollow winding caverns of the heart, / Where flattery hides our sins.""",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,Thoughts and Meditations in a Long Sickness,"",2011-07-20,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),11941,4541
"III. Use all Diligence to acquire and treasure up a large Store of Ideas and Notions: Take every Opportunity to add something to your Stock; and by frequent Recollection fix them in your memory: Nothing tends to confirm and enlarge the Memory like a frequent Review of its Possessions. Then the Brain being well furnished with various Traces, Signatures and Images, will have a rich Treasure always ready to be proposed or offered to the Soul, when it directs its Thoughts towards any particular Subject. This will gradually give the Mind a Faculty of surveying many objects at once; as a Room that is richly adorned and hung round with a great Variety of Pictures, strikes the Eye almost at once with all that Variety, especially if they have been well surveyed one by one at first: This makes it habitual and more easy to the Inhabitants to take in many of those painted Scenes with a single Glance or two.
(pp. 239-40)",2014-02-05 22:07:51 UTC,"""Use all Diligence to acquire and treasure up a large Store of Ideas and Notions: Take every Opportunity to add something to your Stock; and by frequent Recollection fix them in your memory: Nothing tends to confirm and enlarge the Memory like a frequent Review of its Possessions.""",2014-02-05 22:07:51 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching and Reading in Google Books,23370,4702
"Where the Memory has been almost constantly employing itself in scraping together new Acquirements, and where there has not been a Judgment sufficient to distinguish what Things were fit to be recommended and treasured up in the Memory, and what things were idle, useless or needless, the Mind has been filled with a wretched Heap and Hotchpotch of Words or Ideas, and the Soul may be said to have had large Possessions, but no true Riches.
(p. 252)",2014-02-05 22:14:37 UTC,"""Where the Memory has been almost constantly employing itself in scraping together new Acquirements, and where there has not been a Judgment sufficient to distinguish what Things were fit to be recommended and treasured up in the Memory, and what things were idle, useless or needless, the Mind has been filled with a wretched Heap and Hotchpotch of Words or Ideas, and the Soul may be said to have had large Possessions, but no true Riches.""",2014-02-05 22:14:37 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching and Reading in Google Books,23375,4702
"I Have read in some of Mr. Milton's Writings a very beautiful Simile, whereby he represents the Books of the Fathers, as they are called in the Christian Church. Whatsoever, saith he, old Time with his huge Drag-Net, has convey'd down to us along the Stream of Ages, whether it be Shells or Shell-Fish, Jewels or Pebbles, Sticks or Straws, Sea-Weeds or Mud, these are the Ancients, these are the Fathers. The Case is much the same with the memorial Possessions of the greatest Part of Mankind. A few useful Things perhaps, mixed and confounded with many Trifles and all manner of Rubbish fill up their Memories, and compose their intellectual Possessions. 'Tis a great Happiness therefore to distinguish things aright, and to lay up nothing in the Memory but what has some just Value in it, and is worthy to be number'd as a Part of our Treasure.
(p. 252)",2014-02-05 22:16:55 UTC,"""A few useful Things perhaps, mixed and confounded with many Trifles and all manner of Rubbish fill up their Memories, and compose their intellectual Possessions. 'Tis a great Happiness therefore to distinguish things aright, and to lay up nothing in the Memory but what has some just Value in it, and is worthy to be number'd as a Part of our Treasure.""",2014-02-05 22:16:55 UTC,"","",,Coinage,"",Searching and Reading in Google Books,23377,4702
"Though the Memory be a natural Faculty of the Mind of Man, and belongs to Spirits which are not incarnate, yet it is greatly assisted or hinder'd, and much diversify'd by the Brain or the animal Nature to which the Soul is united in this present State. But what Part of the Brain that is, wherein the Images of Things lie treasured up, is very hard for us to determine with Certainty. It is most probable that those very Fibres, Pores or Traces of the Brain, which assist at the first Idea or Perception of any Object, are the fame which assist also at the Recollection of it: And then it will follow that the Memory has no special Part of the Brain devoted to its own Service, but uses all those Parts in general which subserve our sensations as well as our thinking and reasoning Powers.
(pp. 254-5)",2014-02-05 22:20:46 UTC,"""But what Part of the Brain that is, wherein the Images of Things lie treasured up, is very hard for us to determine with Certainty. It is most probable that those very Fibres, Pores or Traces of the Brain, which assist at the first Idea or Perception of any Object, are the fame which assist also at the Recollection of it: And then it will follow that the Memory has no special Part of the Brain devoted to its own Service, but uses all those Parts in general which subserve our sensations as well as our thinking and reasoning Powers.""",2014-02-05 22:20:46 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching and Reading in Google Books,23380,4702
"Yet the silly wand'ring mind,
Loth to be too much confin'd,
Roves and takes her daily tours,
Coasting round the narrow shores,
Narrow shores of flesh and sense,
Picking shells and pebbles thence:
Or she sits at fancy's door,
Calling shapes and shadows to her,
Foreign visits still receiving,
And t'herself a stranger living.
Never, never would she buy
Indian dust, or Tyrian dye,
Never trade abroad for more,
If she saw her native store,
If her inward worth were known
She might ever live alone.
(p. 470, ll. 59-74)",2014-04-12 22:31:36 UTC,"""Never, never would she [the mind] buy / Indian dust, or Tyrian dye, / Never trade abroad for more, / If she saw her native store, / If her inward worth were known / She might ever live alone.""",2014-04-12 22:31:36 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading work in progress by Sarah Kareem.,23779,7864