work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3861,"",Reading. Text from EEBO.,2005-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"When she had rag'd and struggled with this unruly Passion, 'till she was quite tir'd and breathless, finding all her forcein vain, she fill'd her fancy with a thousand charming Idea's of the lovely Henanlt, and, in that soft fit, had a mind to satisfy her panting Heart, and give it one Joy more, by beholding the Lord of its Desires, and the Author of its Pains: Pleas'd, yet trembling, at this resolve, she rose from the Bed where she was laid, and softly advanc'd to the Stair-Case, from whence there open'd that Room where, Dame Katteriena was, and where there was a private Grate, at which, she was entertaining her Brother; they were earnest in Discourse, and so loud, that Isabella could easrly hear all they said, and the first words were from Katteriena, who, in a sort of Anger, cry'd, Vrge me no more? My Virtue is too [Page 49 ]nite, to become an Advocate for a Passion, that can tend to nothing but your Ruin, for, suppose I should tell the fair Ifabella, you dye for her, what can it wait you? What hope can any Man heue, to move the Heart of a Virgin, so averse to Love? A Virgin, whose Modesty, and Virtue is so very curious, it would fly the very word, Love, as some monstrous Witchcraft, or the foolest of Sins, who would loath me for bringing so lewd a Message, and banish for her Sight, as the Object of her Hose and Scorn; is it unknown to (gap: 1 letter) ou, how many of the noblest Youths of Flanders have address'd themselves to her in vain, when yet she was in the World? Have you been ignorant, how the young Count De Villenoys languish'd, in vain, almost to Death for her? And, that no Persuasions, no Attractions in him, no worldly Advantages, or all his Pleadings, who had a Wit and Spirit capable of prevailing [Page 50] on any Heart, less severe and barsh, than hers? Do you not know, that all was lost on this insensible fair one, even when she was a proper Object for the Adoration of the Young and Amorous? And can you hope, now she has so (gap: 1 word) wedded her future days to Devotion, and given all to Heaven; nay, lives a Life here more like a Saint, than a Woman; rather an Angel, than a mortal Creature? Do you imagin, with any Rhetorick you can deliver, now to turn the Heart, and whole Nature, of this Divine Maid, to consider your Earthly Passion? No, 'its fondness, and an injury to her Virtue, to harbour such a Thought; quit it, quit it, my dear Brother! before it ruin your Repose. Ah, Sister! (reply'd the dejected Henault) your Counsel comes too late, and your Reasons are of too feeble force, to rebate those Arrows, the Charming Isabella's Eyes have fix'd in my Heart and [Page 51] Soul, and I am undone, unless she know my Pain, which I shall dye, before I shall ever dare mention to her; but you, young Maids, have a thousand Familiarities together, can jest, and play, and say a thousand things between Railery and Earnest, that may first hint what you would deliver, and insinuate into each others Hearts a kind of Curiosity to know more; for naturally, (my dear Sister) Maids, are curious and vain; and however Divine the Mind of the fair Isabella may be, it bears the Tincture still of Mortal Woman.
(pp. 48-51)",,9913,"•See also Aphra Behn. Oroonoko and other Writings. Ed. Paul Salzman. Oxford: OUP, 1994.
","""Ah, Sister! (reply'd the dejected Henault) your Counsel comes too late, and your Reasons are of too feeble force, to rebate those Arrows, the Charming Isabella's Eyes have fix'd in my Heart and Soul""","",2009-09-14 19:34:34 UTC,""
3942,Physiognomy; Mind and Body,"Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"BOND.
Contagion seize 'em, Mildews and Blasts destroy her Beauty, stamp her Face as deform'd as her Soul, for, a Plague on her, she's too handsom now.",,10220,"","""Contagion seize 'em, Mildews and Blasts destroy her Beauty, stamp her Face as deform'd as her Soul, for, a Plague on her, she's too handsom now.""","",2012-01-06 18:59:37 UTC,Act V
3979,"","Reading Felicity Nussbaum's The Limits of the Human (New York and Cambridge: Cambridge UP, 2003), p. 29.",2006-12-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Maria had newly risen, and with her Night-gown only thrown loose about her, had look'd out of the Window, just as her Father and Dangerfield were approaching the Gate, at the same Instant she cast her Eyes upon Dangerfield, and he accidentally look'd up to the Window where she stood, their Surprize was mutual, but that of Dangerfield the greater; he saw such an amazing Sight of Beauty, as made him doubt the Reality of the Object, or distrust the Perfection of his Sight; he saw his dear Lady, who had so captivated him the preceeding Day, he saw her in all the heightning Circumstances of her Charms, he saw her in all her native Beauties, free from the Incumbrance of Dress, her Hair as black as Ebony, hung flowing in careless Curls over her Shoulders, it hung link'd in amorous Twinings, as if in Love with its own Beauties; her Eyes not yet freed from the Dullness of the late Sleep, cast a languishing Pleasure in their Aspect, which heaviness of Sight added the greatest Beauties to those Suns, because under the Shade of such a Cloud, their Lustre cou'd only be view'd; the lambent Drowsiness that play'd upon her Face, seem'd like a thin Veil not to hide, but to heighten the Beauty which it cover'd; her Night-gown hanging loose, discover'd her charming Bosom, which cou'd bear no Name, but Transport, Wonder and Extasy, all which struck his Soul, as soon as the Object hit his Eye; her Breasts with an easy Heaving, show'd the Smoothness of her Soul and of her Skin; their Motions were so languishingly soft, that they cou'd not be said to rise and fall, but rather to swell up towards Love, the Heat of which seem'd to melt them down again; some scatter'd jetty Hairs, which hung confus'dly over her Breasts, made her Bosom show like Venus caught in Vulcan's Net, but 'twas the Spectator, not she, was captivated. This Dangerfield saw, and all this at once, and with Eyes that were adapted by a preparatory Potion; what must then his Condition be? He was stricken with such Amazement, that he was forced to Support himself, by leaning on Rinaldo's Arm, who started at his sudden Indisposition. ‘I'm afraid, Sir, (said he) you have received some Wound in the Duel.' ‘Oh! Sir, (said he) I am mortally wounded'; but recollecting himself after a little Pause, ‘now I am better.' Rinaldo wou'd have sent for a Surgeon to have it searched. ‘Your pardon, Sir, (said Dangerfield) my Indisposition proceeds from an inward Malady, not by a Sword, but like those made by Achilles's Spear, nothing can cure, but what gave the Wound.' Rinaldo guessing at the Distemper, but not the Cause of it, out of good Manners declined any further enquiry, but conducting him in, entertained him with all the Courtesy imaginable; but in half a Hour, a Messenger came from the Senate, requiring his immediate Attendance; he lying under an indispensable Necessity of making his personal Appearance, begg'd Dangerfield's Pardon, intreating him to stay, and command his House till his return, and conducting him to a fine Library, said he might there find Entertainment, if he were addicted to Study; adding withal, as a farther Engagement of his Patience, that he should meet the Admiral at the Senate, whom he wou'd bring home as an Addition to their Company at Dinner. Dangerfield needed none of these Motives to stay, being detained by a secret Inclination to the Place; walking therefore into the Library, Rinaldo went to the Senate. Dangerfield when alone, fell into deep Ruminating on his strange Condition, he knew himself in the House, with one of his dear Charmers, but durst not hope to see her, which added to his Torment; like Tantalus remov'd the farther from Happiness, by being nearer to it, contemplated so far on the Beauties of that dear Creature, that he concluded, if her Wit were like that of his t'other Mistress, he wou'd endeavour to confine his Passion wholly to that Object.
(pp. 432-4)",2011-06-16,10338,"INTEREST: crazy passage. Worthwile writing about in terms of mind/body dualism. Here the breast (one of my keywords)--or rather, breasts?--is yoked, in zeugma, to the soul","""Her Night-gown hanging loose, discover'd her charming Bosom, which cou'd bear no Name, but Transport, Wonder and Extasy, all which struck his Soul, as soon as the Object hit his Eye; her Breasts with an easy Heaving, show'd the Smoothness of her Soul and of her Skin; their Motions were so languishingly soft, that they cou'd not be said to rise and fall, but rather to swell up towards Love, the Heat of which seem'd to melt them down again; some scatter'd jetty Hairs, which hung confus'dly over her Breasts, made her Bosom show like Venus caught in Vulcan's Net, but 'twas the Spectator, not she, was captivated.""","",2014-07-11 19:22:10 UTC,""
3998,Inwardness,Reading DNB on Mary Mollineux,2005-06-03 00:00:00 UTC,"Tho' the Eternal Wisdom, Sion's King,
Be pleas'd to try his Babes, by Suffering;
Tho' some departing from the Sinner's way,
And walking Sion-ward, become a Prey;
Yea, tho' through Tribulations Israel must
Enter the Promis'd Land, yet Heav'n is just,
And tenderly supports his patient Ones,
Altho' he Chasten his Beloved Sons;
And tho' in Prisons outwardly they be
Confin'd, the Son of Love doth set them free,
And leads in verdant Plains of Liberty:
The fresh fat Valleys, where sweet Shiloh flows,
Upon whose fertile Banks the Lilly grows;
Where, tho' he by some Exercises prove,
He sollaceth with Flaggons of his Love.
Then why should any Murmur? Jesus thus
Extended Signal Favours unto us.
Here are we with the hidden Manna fed,
Tho' with Transgressors we be numbered:
Here can we Prospects from our Tower survey,
With much more Innocent Delight, than they
That range at large; yea, here we may descry
The pleasant Path, hid from the Vult'rous Eye:
Wherein the Righteous follow Christ , their King
And tender Shepherd, to the living Spring
Of Joy; and to his Name, High Praises sing.
Nor can the proudest Walls (tho' ne'er so High,
The Monuments of Grave Antiquity)
Be terrible to Spotless Innocence,
That knows the Rock of Ages a Defence.
Tho' some be from their Families remov'd;
Here Mary's choice may better be improv'd:
And Christ takes care for his, altho' they sit
As unconcern'd, weeping at Jesus Feet:
He'll be a Father to the Family
Of such as, for his Name, in Prison lye;
And fill their Hearts with Everlasting Joy.
These rugged Walls, less grievous are to me,
Than those bedeck'd with curious Arras be
T'a guilty Conscience; to a wounded Heart,
A Palace cannot palliate that smart:
Tho' drunk with Pleasure, dull with Opiates,
Some seem as Senseless of their sad Estates,
Till on their Dying-Beds Conscience awakes.
But tho' the Righteous be in Bonds confin'd,
They inwardly sweet Satisfaction find.
Neither can stately Roofs, Gates, Bars, nor all
The Art of Man, suppress the Cries and Call,
Or Supplication, or the poorest Sigh,
Of Isr'els Seed; for his Redeemer's nigh;
Who will regard the Cries, and hear the Groans,
Of his Afflicted, Tribulated Ones;
And will, in his appointed Time, arise,
Utterly to confound his Enemies:
Altho' by them he for a Season prove
His Children dear; he'll yet in time remove
The Scourge, and cast the Chast'ning Rod aside,
When Isr'els Faith and Patience he hath try'd.
(pp. 123-5; ll. 1-58)",,10379,"","""These rugged Walls, less grievous are to me, / Than those bedeck'd with curious Arras be / T'a guilty Conscience; to a wounded Heart, / A Palace cannot palliate that smart: / Tho' drunk with Pleasure, dull with Opiates, / Some seem as Senseless of their sad Estates, / Till on their Dying-Beds Conscience awakes. / But tho' the Righteous be in Bonds confin'd, / They inwardly sweet Satisfaction find.""",Fetters,2014-08-18 21:35:53 UTC,""
6424,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""exercise"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2007-03-20 00:00:00 UTC,"Thine I have now receiv'd, which manifests
Thou hast had some regard to my Requests;
And by these good Effects, dost testify,
Thou'rt not so much inclin'd to Vanity,
To Childish Sports, and Time-beguiling Play,
As thou hast been therein, and spent thy Day:
Endeared Friend, may'st thou be yet more Wise,
And let thy Mind find better Exercise;
That thou may'st learn, with diligence, to wait
To feel the Springing-Life Regenerate
Thy Soul; whereby thou'lt know no greater tryal
Can meet us here, than daily Self-denial:
Suffer we must, if we expect to Reign
With Christ, (or else our Expectation's vain)
In Sorrows, as in Joys, participate.
Alas! He never came to Consecrate
A Way for us to true Felicity,
Thro' curious Trims, and Silks of Princely Dy:
This Path is not bestrew'd with Golden Crowns,
Rich Coats of Arms, and Scepters of Renown;
Nor yet with Oriental Gems, that be
Such dazling Sparks unto the Carnal Eye:
No, no; 'tis through the Cross we must obtain
The Crown of Glory; other hopes are vain.
This Men of Understanding knew of old,
And prudently disdain'd that Idol Gold:
Wise Solon told King Croesus (when he sate
In Gaudy Pomp upon his Throne of State)
Doting upon his Wealth, in lofty Pride,
Expecting almost to be Deify'd)
That Peacocks with their spreading Plumes express
A greater Lustre in their Nat'ral Dress,
Than He in all his Glory; which, tho' he
Disdain'd to own, whilst in Prosperity,
Except with Frowns, nor car'd to meditate
So deep a Sentence: Sudden change of State
Thereto constrain'd, and taught him to confess,
'Tis neither Wealth nor Honour, that can bless
Man's Heart with true Content; but rather do
Betray, and bring to Misery and Wo.
Therefore delight not in these fading things,
Which suddenly may vanish as on Wings:
But let true Wisdom teach thee, (no Excuse
Avails to plead for precious Time's abuse)
That with an humble Spirit thou array
Thy self: This is a Robe will ne'er decay;
No outward Ornament can beautify,
As Lamb-like Meekness, inward Purity.",,16957,"","""Thine I have now receiv'd, which manifests/ Thou hast had some regard to my Requests; / And by these good Effects, dost testify, / Thou'rt not so much inclin'd to Vanity, / To Childish Sports, and Time-beguiling Play, / As thou hast been therein, and spent thy Day:/ Endeared Friend, may'st thou be yet more Wise, / And let thy Mind find better Exercise; / That thou may'st learn, with diligence, to wait / To feel the Springing-Life Regenerate / Thy Soul""","",2009-09-14 19:48:33 UTC,""
6795,"",Reading,2011-02-10 16:01:36 UTC,"Since the Profitable Adventures that have gone abroad in the World, have met with so great Encouragement, tho' the highest advantage they can propose, is an uncertain Lot for such matters as Opinion (not real worth) gives a value to; things which if obtain'd, are as flitting and fickle, as that Chance which is to dispose of them. I therefore persuade my self, you will not be less kind to a Proposition that comes attended with more certain and substantial Gain; whose only design is to improve your Charms and heighten your Value, by suffering you no longer to be cheap and contemptible. It's aim is to fix that Beauty, to make it lasting and permanent, which Nature with all the helps of Art, cannot secure: And to place it out of the reach of Sickness and Old Age, by transferring it from a corruptible Body to an immortal Mind. An obliging Design, which wou'd procure them inward Beauty, to whom Nature has unkindly denied the outward; and not permit those Ladies who have comely Bodies, to tarnish their Glory with deformed Souls. Wou'd have you all be wits, or what is better Wise. Raise you above the Vulgar by something more truely illustrious, than a founding Title, or a great Estate. Wou'd excite in you a generous Emulation to excel in the best things, and not in such Trifles as every mean person who has but Mony enough, may purchase as well as you. Not suffer you to take up with the low thought of distinguishing your selves by any thing that is not truly valuable; and procure you such Ornaments as all the Treasures of the Indies are not able to purchase. Wou'd help you to surpass the Men as much in Vertue and Ingenuity, as you do in Beauty; that you may not only be as lovely, but as wise as Angels. Exalt and Establish your Fame, more than the best wrought Poems, and loudest Panegyricks, by ennobling your Minds with such Graces as really deserve it. And instead of the Fustian Complements and Fulsome Flatteries of your Admirers, obtain for you the Plaudit of Good Men and Angels, and the approbation of him who cannot err. In a word, render you the Glory and Blessing of the present Age, and the Admiration and Pattern of the next.
(pp. 1-5)",,18128,"","""An obliging Design, which wou'd procure them inward Beauty, to whom Nature has unkindly denied the outward; and not permit those Ladies who have comely Bodies, to tarnish their Glory with deformed Souls.""","",2011-02-10 16:01:36 UTC,""
7229,"","Searching ""animal"" and ""spirits"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-04-27 16:38:47 UTC,"We view'd the Kitchin call'd Ventriculus,
Then pass'd we through the space call'd Pylorus;
And to the Dining-Room we came at last,
VVhere the Lactæans take their sweet repast.
From thence we through a Drawing-room did pass,
And came where Madam Jecur busie was;
Sanguificating the whole Mass of Chyle,
And severing the Cruoral parts from bile:
And when she's made it tolerably good,
She pours it forth to mix with other Blood.
This and much more we saw, from thence we went
Into the next Court, by a small ascent:
Bless me, said I, what Rarities are here!
A Fountain like a Furnace did appear,
Still boyling o'er, and running out so fast,
That one shou'd think its Efflux cou'd not last;
Yet it sustain'd no loss as I cou'd see,
VVhich made me think it a strange Prodigie.
Come on, says Harvey, don't stand gazing here,
But follow me, and I thy doubts will clear.
Then we began our Journey with the Blood,
Trac'd the Meanders of its Purple flood.
Thus we through many Labyrinths did pass,
In such, I'm sure, Old Dædalus ne'er was;
Sometimes i'th' Out-works, sometimes i'th' first Court;
Sometimes i'th' third these winding streams wou'd sport
Themselves; but here methought I needs must stay,
And listen next to what the Artists say:
Here's Cavities, says one; and here, says he,
Is th' Seat of Fancy, Judgment, Memory:
Here, says another, is the fertile Womb,
From whence the Spirits Animal do come,
Which are mysteriously ingender'd here,
Of Spirits from Arterious Blood and Air:
Here, said a third, Life made her first approach,
Moving the Wheels of her Triumphant Coach:
Hold there, said Harvey, that must be deny'd,
'Twas in the deaf Ear on the dexter side.
Then there arose a trivial small dispute,
Which he by Fact and Reason did confute:
Which being ended, we began again
Our former Journey, and forsook the Brain.
And after some small Traverses about,
We came to th' place where we at first set out:
Then I perceiv'd how all this Magick stood
By th' Circles of the circulating Blood,
As Fountains have their Waters from the Sea,
To which again they do themselves conveigh.
But here we find great Lower by his Art,
Surveying the whole Structure of the Heart:
Welcome, said he, sweet Cousin, are you here,
Sister to him whose Worth we all revere?
But ah, alas, so cruel was his Fate,
As makes us since almost our Practice hate;
Since we cou'd find out nought in all our Art,
That cou'd prolong the motion of his Heart.
",,19723,"","""Here's Cavities, says one; and here, says he, / Is th' Seat of Fancy, Judgment, Memory: / Here, says another, is the fertile Womb, / From whence the Spirits Animal do come, / Which are mysteriously ingender'd here, / Of Spirits from Arterious Blood and Air: / Here, said a third, Life made her first approach, / Moving the Wheels of her Triumphant Coach.""","",2012-04-27 16:39:00 UTC,""
7497,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 14:41:51 UTC,"A Scene of greatness strait appear'd to Melora; and she with the Eye of Fancy, beheld her self seated in a Palace, attended by persons, born above her. Women are generally ambitious, and opinionated of their own merit; and though Melora might justly boast she had one of the largest portions of Wit, and Discretion: yet she was a woman pertook of the frailty of her Sex; was willing to believe this fine story; and let these Glorious thoughts appear pleasing.
(p. 88)",,21343,"","""A Scene of greatness strait appear'd to Melora; and she with the Eye of Fancy, beheld her self seated in a Palace, attended by persons, born above her.""",Eye,2013-07-01 14:41:51 UTC,""
7497,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 14:53:34 UTC,"'My Soul sickens at these Black Relations; (say'd Melora)and Unborn Innocence Dy's in my Womb.' As she was speaking; a Page enters the Garden, and tells her Donna Olimpia was just Arriv'd; at which Melora, composing her self as much as possibly she cou'd, prepares to go and receive her. But first she desires Francisco to make her Father's House his Sanctuary; and tells him she will Escape thither, if by none of their stratagems prevented, the next Day; adding, that till she came, he shou'd not mention any thing of these Unhappy Circumstances. 'I will, in every particular, obey you, (answers that Dejected Man) but e'er I go, I wou'd, on my Knees, implore what will, in you, be an Act of Mercy, almost above a Mortal; and bring to my despairing Soul, the only Balsam, that can heal it's rancorous Wounds, and deter my Desperate Hand, from Committing on my Body the Violence, my Guilty Thoughts suggest: I mean, Forgiveness. Madam, if from your fair Mouth I hear my Pardon Seal'd, I shall embolden'd grow, and look towards Heaven for Mercy; else, I must sink to the dismal Grave, cover'd o'er with trembling horror, and never hope with Joy to rise.'
(pp. 225-6)
",,21353,"","""I will, in every particular, obey you, (answers that Dejected Man) but e'er I go, I wou'd, on my Knees, implore what will, in you, be an Act of Mercy, almost above a Mortal; and bring to my despairing Soul, the only Balsam, that can heal it's rancorous Wounds, and deter my Desperate Hand, from Committing on my Body the Violence, my Guilty Thoughts suggest.""","",2013-07-01 14:53:34 UTC,""
3853,"",Reading,2014-08-28 03:14:23 UTC,"She lov'd one for his Wit, another for his Face, a third for his Mein; but above all, she admir'd Quality: Quality alone had the power to attack her entirely; yet not to one Man, but that Vertue was still admir'd by her in all; where ever she found that, she lov'd, or at least acted the Lover with such Art, that (deceiving well) she fail'd not to compleat her Conquest; and yet she never durst trust her fickle Humour with Marriage: She knew the strength of her own Heart, and that it cou'd not suffer it self to be confin'd to one Man, and wisely avoided those Inquietudes, and that Uneasiness of Life she was sure to find in that married Life, which wou'd, against her Nature, oblige her to the Embraces of one, whose Humour was, to love all the Young, and the Gay. But Love, who had hitherto but play'd with her Heart, and given it naught but pleasing, wanton Wounds, such as afforded only soft Joys, and not Pains, resolv'd, either out of Revenge to those Numbers she had abandon'd, and who had sigh'd so long in vain; or to try what power he had upon so fickle a Heart, sent an Arrow dipp'd in the most tormenting Flames that rage in Hearts most sensible. He struck it home and deep, with all the Malice of an angry God.
(pp. 14-15)",,24409,"","""But Love, who had hitherto but play'd with her Heart, and given it naught but pleasing, wanton Wounds, such as afforded only soft Joys, and not Pains, resolv'd, either out of Revenge to those Numbers she had abandon'd, and who had sigh'd so long in vain; or to try what power he had upon so fickle a Heart, sent an Arrow dipp'd in the most tormenting Flames that rage in Hearts most sensible.""","",2014-08-28 03:14:23 UTC,""