work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4875,"",HDIS (Prose),2009-09-14 19:37:43 UTC,"Amelia pretty well guessed the obscure Meaning of this Letter, which though at another Time it might have given her unspeakable Torment, was at present rather of the medicinal Kind, and served to allay her Anguish. Her Anger to Booth too began a little to abate, and was softened by her Concern for his Misfortune. Upon the whole, however, she past a miserable and sleepless Night, her gentle Mind torn and distracted with various and contending Passions, distressed with Doubts, and wandring in a kind of Twilight, which presented her only Objects of different Degrees of Horrour, and where black Despair closed at a small Distance the gloomy Prospect. (IV.xi.9)",2003-10-22,13068,"•See companion record
•Where is it? (10/22/2003)","""Upon the whole, however, she past a miserable and sleepless Night, her gentle Mind torn and distracted with various and contending Passions, distressed with Doubts, and wandring in a kind of Twilight, which presented her only Objects of different Degrees of Horrour, and where black Despair closed at a small Distance the gloomy Prospect""","",2014-07-08 20:35:52 UTC,""
5366,"",HDIS (Poetry),2009-09-14 19:40:46 UTC,"From the wise be far
Such gross unhallow'd pride; nor needs my song
Descend so low; but rather now unfold,
If human thought could reach, or words unfold,
By what mysterious fabric of the mind,
The deep-felt joys and harmony of sound
Result from airy motion; and from shape
The lovely phantoms of sublime and fair.
By what fine ties hath God connected things
When present in the mind, which in themselves
Have no connection? Sure the rising sun
O'er the cærulean convex of the sea,
With equal brightness and with equal warmth
Might rowl his fiery orb; nor yet the soul
Thus feel her frame expanded, and her powers
Exulting in the splendor she beholds;
Like a young conqueror moving through the pomp
Of some triumphal day. When join'd at eve,
Soft-murmuring streams and gales of gentlest breath
Melodious Philomela's wakeful strain
Attemper, could not man's discerning ear
Through all its tones the sympathy pursue;
Nor yet this breath divine of nameless joy
Steal through his veins and fan the awaken'd heart,
Mild as the breeze, yet rapturous as the song.
(p. 89-90, Bk. III, ll. 454-478)<
",2011-06-10,14388,"•There are other mini-figures hiding in this citation: the fabric of the mind and the fanned heart. The epic language (and the blank verse form) suits this simile.
• 2011-06-10: Is the note above for some other entry?","""Sure the rising sun / O'er the cærulean convex of the sea, / With equal brightness and with equal warmth / Might rowl his fiery orb; nor yet the soul / Thus feel her frame expanded, and her powers / Exulting in the splendor she beholds; / Like a young conqueror moving through the pomp / Of some triumphal day.""","",2011-06-11 01:27:26 UTC,Book III
5812,"","Searching ""mind"" and 'invad"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC," 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)",,15487,"•I've included thrice: Invasion and Light and Blindness.
• cite in MS: p. 182, ll. 22-3, 54. ","""When painful truths invade the mind, / Ev'n wisdom wishes to be blind, / And hates th' officious ray.""",Empire,2014-07-10 20:44:43 UTC,""
6428,"",Reading,2014-01-10 21:14:13 UTC,"Combattu sans cesse par mes sentiments naturels qui parloient pour l’intérêt commun, & par ma raison qui rapportoit tout à moi, j’aurois flotté toute ma vie dans cette continuelle alternative, faisant le mal, aimant le bien, & toujours contraire à moi-même, si de nouvelles lumières n’eussent éclairé mon coeur, si la vérité, qui fixa mes opinions, n’eût encore assuré ma conduite & ne m’eût mis d’accord avec moi. On a beau vouloir établir la vertu par la raison seule, quelle solide base peut-on lui donner? La vertu, disent-ils, est l’amour de l’ordre. Mais cet amour peut-il donc & doit-il l’emporter en moi sur celui de mon bien-être? Qu’ils me donnent une raison claire & suffisante pour le préférer. Dans le fond leur prétendu principe est un pur jeu de mots; car je dis aussi, moi, que le vice est l’amour de l’ordre, pris dans un sans différent. Il y a quelque ordre moral partout où il y a sentiment & intelligence. La différence est que le bon s’ordonne par rapport au tout, & que le méchant ordonne le tout par rapport à lui. Celui-ci se fait le centre de toutes choses; l’autre mesure son rayon & se tient à la circonférence. Alors il est ordonné par rapport au centre commun, qui est Dieu, et par rapport [65] a tous les cercles concentriques, qui sont les créatures. Si la Divinité n’est pas, il n’y a que le méchant qui raisonne, le bon n’est qu’un insensé.
(IV, p. 305 in Everyman)",,23320,"","""Combattu sans cesse par mes sentiments naturels qui parloient pour l’intérêt commun, & par ma raison qui rapportoit tout à moi, j’aurois flotté toute ma vie dans cette continuelle alternative, faisant le mal, aimant le bien, & toujours contraire à moi-même, si de nouvelles lumières n’eussent éclairé mon coeur, si la vérité, qui fixa mes opinions, n’eût encore assuré ma conduite & ne m’eût mis d’accord avec moi.""",Empire,2014-07-23 17:29:26 UTC,"Book IV, Creed of the Savoyard Curate"