work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4319,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Six Times the Day with Light and Hope arose,
As oft the Night her Terrors did oppose,
While toss'd on roring Waves the tender Crew
Had nought but Death and Horror in their View:
Pale Famine, Seas, bleak Cold at equal Strife,
Conspiring all against their Bloom of Life:
Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls
Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals;
And Death before them stands with frightful Stare,
Their Spirits spent, and sunk down to despair.",,11256,"•I've included thrice: Lamp, Flame, Prison
","""Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls / Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals.""","",2010-07-01 20:36:17 UTC,""
5206,"",Reading,2005-03-29 00:00:00 UTC,"The process of Nature in perception by the senses, may therefore be conceived as a kind of drama, wherein some things are performed behind the scenes, others are represented to the mind in different scenes, one succeeding the another. The impression made by the object upon the organ, either by immediate contact, or by some intervening medium, as well as the impression made upon the nerves and brain, is performed behind the scenes, and the mind sees nothing of it. But every impression, by the laws of drama, is followed by a sensation, which is the first scene exhibited to the mind; and this scene is quickly succeeded by another, which is the perception of the object.
",,14005,•REVISIT. See also ¶ that follows,"Perception is ""a kind of drama, wherein some things are performed behind the scenes, others are represented to the mind in different scenes, one succeeding the another""",Theater,2009-09-14 19:39:42 UTC,""
6323,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""fancy""",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Monimia still! here once again!
O fatal name! O dubious strain!
Say, heaven-born virtue, power divine,
Are all these various movements thine?
Was it thy triumphs, sole inspired
My soul, to holy transports fired?
Or say, do springs less sacred move?
Ah! much, I fear, 'tis human love.
Alas! the noble strife is o'er,
The blissful visions charm no more;
Far off the glorious rapture flown,
Monimia rages here alone.
In vain, love's fugitive, I try
From the commanding power to fly;
Though grace was dawning on my soul,
Possessed by heaven sincere and whole,
Yet still in fancy's painted cells
The soul-inflaming image dwells.
Why didst thou, cruel love, again
Thus drag me back to earth and pain?
Well hoped I, love, thou would'st retire
Before the blest Jessean lyre.
Devotion's harp would charm to rest
The evil spirit in my breast;
But the deaf adder fell disdains,
Unlist'ning to the chanter's strains.",,16722,•I've included twice: Cell and Dwelling,"""Yet still in fancy's painted cells / The soul-inflaming image dwells.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:47:47 UTC,""
6982,"",Reading,2011-06-25 03:59:08 UTC,"""Even Nature pines by vilest chains oppress'd;
""Th'astonish'd kingdoms crouch to Fashion's nod.
""O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast,
""Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode?
""O yet once more shall Peace from Heaven return,
""And young Simplicity with mortals dwell!
""Nor Innocence th'august pavilion scorn,
""Nor meek Contentment fly the humble cell!
(p. 22)",,18818,"","""O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast, / Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode?""",Inhabitants,2011-06-25 03:59:08 UTC,""
7492,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 16:36:33 UTC,"GLENALVON solus.
Amen! and virtue is its own reward!---
I think that I have hit the very tone
In which she loves to speak. Honey'd assent,
How pleasing art thou to the taste of man,
And woman also! flattery direct
Rarely disgusts. They little know mankind
Who doubt its operation: 'tis my key,
And opes the wicket of the human heart.
How far I have succeeded now I know not.
Yet I incline to think her stormy virtue
Is lull'd a while: 'tis her alone I fear:
Whilst she and Randolph live, and live in faith
And amity, uncertain is my tenure.
Fate o'er my head suspends disgrace and death,
By that weak hair, a peevish female's will.
I am not idle: but the ebbs and flows
Of fortune's tide cannot be calculated.
That slave of Norval 's I have found most apt:
I shew'd him gold, and he has pawn'd his soul
To say and swear whatever I suggest.
Norval , I'm told, has that alluring look,
'Twixt man and woman, which I have observ'd
To charm the nicer and fantastic dames,
Who are, like Lady Randolph , full of virtue.
In raising Randolph 's jealousy I may
But point him to the truth. He seldom errs
Who thinks the worst he can of womankind.
(Act III, pp. 41-2)",,21281,"INTEREST — OED: ""A small door or gate made in, or placed beside, a large one, for ingress and egress when the large one is closed; also, any small gate for foot-passengers, as at the entrance of a field or other enclosure.""","""They little know mankind / Who doubt its [flattery's] operation: 'tis my key, / And opes the wicket of the human heart.""",Rooms,2013-06-28 16:36:33 UTC,Act III
7498,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 16:52:28 UTC,"With regard to the first of these points: though Genius discovers itself in a vast variety of forms, we have already observed, that those forms are distinguished and characterised by one quality common to them all, possessed indeed in very different degrees, and exerted in very different capacities; this quality, it will be understood, is Imagination. The mental powers unfold themselves in exact proportion to our necessities and occasions for exercising them. Imagination therefore being that faculty which lays the foundation of all our knowledge, by collecting and treasuring up in the repository of the memory those materials on which Judgment is afterwards to work, and being peculiarly adapted to the gay, delightful, vacant season of childhood and youth, appears in those early periods in all its puerile brilliance and simplicity, long before the reasoning faculty discovers itself in any considerable degree. Imagination however, in general, exercises itself for some time indiscriminately on the various objects presented to it by the senses, without taking any particular or determinate direction; and sometimes the peculiar bent and conformation of Genius is discernible only in the advanced period of youth. The mind, as soon as it becomes capable of attending to the representation it receives of outward objects by the ministry of the senses, views such a representation with the curiosity of a stranger, who is presented with the prospect of an agreeable and uncommon scene. The novelty of the objects at first only affects it with pleasure and surprise. It afterwards surveys, revolves, and reviews them successively one after another; and, at last, after having been long conversant with them selects one distinguished and favourite object from the rest, which it pursues with its whole bent and vigour. There are some persons, it is true, in whom a certain bias or talent for one particular art or science, rather than another, appears in very early life; and in so great a degree as would incline us to imagine, that such a disposition and talent must have been congenial and innate. While persons are yet children, we discover in their infantile pursuits the opening buds of Genius; we discern the rudiments of the Philosopher, the poet, the Painter, and the Architect.
(pp. 28-30)",,21360,"","""Imagination therefore being that faculty which lays the foundation of all our knowledge, by collecting and treasuring up in the repository of the memory those materials on which Judgment is afterwards to work, and being peculiarly adapted to the gay, delightful, vacant season of childhood and youth, appears in those early periods in all its puerile brilliance and simplicity, long before the reasoning faculty discovers itself in any considerable degree.""","",2013-07-01 16:52:28 UTC,""
7498,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 17:10:33 UTC,"First, in the invention of INCIDENTS. Some incidents are so obvious, that by a natural association of ideas, they instantly occur to the mind of every one possessed of ordinary abilities, and are very easily conceived. Others however are more remote, and lie far beyond the reach of ordinary faculties; coming only within the verge of those few persons, whose minds are capacious enough to contain that prodigious croud of ideas, which an extensive observation and experience supply; whose understandings are penetrating enough to discover the most distant connections of those ideas, and whose imaginations are sufficiently quick, in combining them at pleasure. It is this kind of incidents which original Genius delights to invent; incidents which are in themselves great as well as uncommon. Let it not however be supposed, that the invention even of these is a laborious employment to a Writer of this stamp; for it is the prerogative of a great Genius to think and to write with ease, very rarely, if ever, experiencing a barrenness of Imagination. He has nothing to do but to give scope to the excursions of this faculty, which, by its active and creative power, exploring every recess of thought, will supply an inexhaustible variety of striking incidents. A facility, therefore, of inventing and combining such incidents in composition, may be regarded as one characteristical indication of a Genius truly Original.
(pp. 127-9)",,21374,"","""He has nothing to do but to give scope to the excursions of this faculty, which, by its active and creative power, exploring every recess of thought, will supply an inexhaustible variety of striking incidents.""",Rooms,2013-07-01 17:10:33 UTC,""
7546,"",Google Books,2013-07-16 15:27:54 UTC,"I say, our Author maintains that Moral Virtue is so far from allowing a Man to gratify his Appetites, that on the contrary it vigorously commands us to subdue them, and to divest ourselves of our Passions, in order to purify the Mind, as Men take out the Furniture when they would clean a Room thoroughly: For, according to him, Virtue consists wholly in Self-Denial: By which he understands Peoples combating themselves, and undergoing all imaginable Austerities, even refusing what one should think absolutely necessary to keep them alive. I am willing "" says he, to pag Adoration to Virtue wherever, I can meet with it, with a proviso that I shall not be oblig'd to admit any as such, where I can see no Self-Denial. [...]""
(p. 153)",,21783,Paraphrasing Mandeville,"""I say, our Author maintains that Moral Virtue is so far from allowing a Man to gratify his Appetites, that on the contrary it vigorously commands us to subdue them, and to divest ourselves of our Passions, in order to purify the Mind, as Men take out the Furniture when they would clean a Room thoroughly.""",Rooms,2013-07-16 15:27:54 UTC,""
7546,"",Google Books,2013-07-16 15:37:04 UTC,"I beg Leave here to admire the just Reasoning, and the Noble Zeal which some Heathen Philosophers have employ'd to perswade the World, that the Mind is a Man's self, while the Body is only, as it were, a Prison, to which we are here for a while confin'd. And, I hope my Reader, will indulge me the Pleasure of taking Notice, particularly of what Socrates observ'd upon this Point some few Hours before his Death: Which I shall give you, with little or no Variation from the English Translation of M. Dacier's French. [...]
(pp. 201-2)",,21793,"","""I beg Leave here to admire the just Reasoning, and the Noble Zeal which some Heathen Philosophers have employ'd to perswade the World, that the Mind is a Man's self, while the Body is only, as it were, a Prison, to which we are here for a while confin'd.""",Rooms,2013-07-16 15:37:04 UTC,""
7698,"",Reading,2013-10-03 02:22:23 UTC,"How shocking must thy Summons be, O Death !
To him that is at Ease in his Possessions;
Who counting on long Years of Pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnish'd for that World to come!
In that dread Moment, how the frantick Soul
Raves round the Walls of her Clay Tenement,
Runs to each Avenue, and shrieks for Help,
But shrieks in vain! How wishfully she looks
On all she's leaving, now no longer hers!
A little longer, yet a little longer,
Oh! might she stay, to wash away her Stains,
And fit her for her Passage! Mournful Sight!
Her very Eyes weep Blood; and every Groan
She heaves is big with Horror: But the Foe,
Like a stanch Murth'rer steady to his Purpose,
Pursues her close through ev'ry Lane of Life,
Nor misses once the Track, but presses on;
Till forc'd at last to the tremendous Verge,
At once she sinks to everlasting Ruin.
(pp. 23-4, ll. 350-368)",,22912,"","""In that dread Moment, how the frantick Soul / Raves round the Walls of her Clay Tenement, / Runs to each Avenue, and shrieks for Help, / But shrieks in vain!""",Rooms,2013-10-03 02:22:23 UTC,""