updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2014-07-10 20:44:43 UTC,,"","•I've included thrice: Invasion and Light and Blindness.
• cite in MS: p. 182, ll. 22-3, 54. ","",15487," Nor yet explore, with curious bent,
What, known, would but thy soul torment,
And all its hopes betray:
When painful truths invade the mind,
Ev'n wisdom wishes to be blind,
And hates th' officious ray.
(p. 54; cf. p. 253 in London Magazine)","Searching ""mind"" and 'invad"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,5812,"""When painful truths invade the mind, / Ev'n wisdom wishes to be blind, / And hates th' officious ray.""",Empire
2009-09-14 19:44:11 UTC,,"","","",15641,"As when in Spring the sun's prolific beams
Have wak'd to life the insect tribes, that sport
And wanton in his rays at ev'ning mild,
Proud of their new existence, up the air,
In devious circles wheeling, they ascend,
Innumerable; the whole air is dark:--
So, by the trumpet rous'd, the sons of men,
In countless numbers, cover'd all the ground,
From frozen Greenland to the southern pole;
All who ere liv'd on earth. See Lapland's sons,
Whose zenith is the Pole; a barb'rous race!
Rough as their storms, and savage as their clime,
Unpolish'd as their bears, and but in shape
Distinguish'd from them: Reason's dying lamp
Scarce brighter burns than instinct in their breast.
With wand'ring Russians, and all those who dwelt
In Scandinavia, by the Baltic sea;
The rugged Pole, with Prussia's warlike race:
Germania pours her numbers, where the Rhine
And mighty Danube pour their flowing urns.","Searching ""reason"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",2006-01-20 00:00:00 UTC,5886,"""Reason's dying lamp / Scarce brighter burns than instinct in their breast""",""
2013-03-21 05:22:11 UTC,,Aetat 69,"","",19982,"In my interview with Dr. Johnson this evening, I was quite easy, quite as his companion; upon which I find in my Journal the following reflection: ""So ready is my mind to suggest matter for dissatisfaction, that I felt a sort of regret that I was so easy. I missed that aweful reverence with which I used to contemplate Mr. Samuel Johnson, in the complex magnitude of his literary, moral, and religious character. I have a wonderful superstitious love of mystery; when, perhaps, the truth is, that it is owing to the cloudy darkness of my own mind. I should be glad that I am more advanced in my progress of being, so that I can view Dr. Johnson with a steadier and clearer eye. My dissatisfaction to-night was foolish. Would it not be foolish to regret that we shall have less mystery in a future state? That we 'now see in a glass darkly,' but shall 'then see face to face ?""--This reflection, which I thus freely communicate, will be valued by the thinking part of my readers, who may have themselves experienced similar states of mind.
(vol. II, p. 187; Penguin, 645)",Reading,2013-03-21 05:22:11 UTC,5767,"""I have a wonderful superstitious love of mystery; when, perhaps, the truth is, that it is owing to the cloudy darkness of my own mind.""",""
2014-06-19 19:32:25 UTC,,"","","",24029,"This universal benevolence, how noble and generous soever, can be the source of no solid happiness to any man who is not thoroughly convinced that all the inhabitants of the universe, the meanest as well as the greatest, are under the immediate care and protection of that great, benevolent, and all-wise Being, who directs all the movements of nature; and who is determined, by his own unalterable perfections, to maintain in it, at all times, the greatest possible quantity of happiness. To this universal benevolence, on the contrary, the very suspicion of a fatherless world, must be the most melancholy of all reflections; from the thought that all the unknown regions of infinite and incomprehensible space may be filled with nothing but endless misery and wretchedness. All the splendour of the highest prosperity can never enlighten the gloom with which so dreadful an idea must necessarily over-shadow the imagination; nor, in a wise and virtuous man, can all the sorrow of the most afflicting adversity ever dry up the joy which necessarily springs from the habitual and thorough conviction of the truth of the contrary system.
(text from http://www.econlib.org, VI.ii.45; cf. p. 235 in Liberty Fund ed.)",Reading,2014-06-19 19:32:25 UTC,7934,"""All the splendour of the highest prosperity can never enlighten the gloom with which so dreadful an idea must necessarily over-shadow the imagination; nor, in a wise and virtuous man, can all the sorrow of the most afflicting adversity ever dry up the joy which necessarily springs from the habitual and thorough conviction of the truth of the contrary system.""",""