work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5668,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Now Mizpeh's native spires salute the eye;
While Jephthah's bosom swells with glowing thought,
The soft parental rapture, fond embrace,
Kind gratulation, smile of filial love,
All form a deep impression; quick his soul
Dissolves in pleasing imag'ry. Arriv'd!
Behold his gates are widely thrown; the song
Of joy is louder, with the clarion shrill,
The cymbal, psalter, and the fav'rite harp.",,15135,"","""The soft parental rapture, fond embrace, / Kind gratulation, smile of filial love, / All form a deep impression""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:42:51 UTC,""
5669,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Still wilt thou hang upon my joyless soul
That clasps thy dear impression;--who shall prove
Thou art not borne beyond the gloomy grave,
When thou art ever living to my mind?
Ah, yet be with me, kind instructive shade,
And sooth the mis'ries of successive hours;
Rove with me through the vale; paint the sad scene
When dreary Winter sits upon the world.
Chilling creative pow'r, such cruel Time
That robb'd me of a mother. Painful thought!
With what reluctance did my soul discern
Thy faculties decline; thine eye, thine ear,
Thy long-try'd mem'ry, sentimental pow'rs,
All sunk in calm gradation, while the sigh
Stole in soft silence from my youthful heart.
Mine was th'improving melancholy task,
To guide with pensive care thy feeble foot
Down life's descent, tho' I with horror saw
The grave that op'd beneath. Ye giddy minds,
Who place the essence of fallacious joy
In gaudy pomp, to you it is deny'd
To feel with pining Age, or sooth the pangs
Which Mem'ry leaves behind of jocund Youth.
",,15136,"•INTEREST. Cross-reference: The soul clasps a dead mother's impression--impression here metaphorized as a spirit or shade, the soul as a Odysseus.","""Still wilt thou hang upon my joyless soul / That clasps thy dear impression""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:42:51 UTC,""
5671,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet, who would dare, for all the wealth of Ind,
Quench that bright spark which burns, and still shall burn
Eternal in the soul? To Glory dead,
Creation must be desart! Virtue sleeps
While all the finest faculties of mind
Rust, like the iron long unus'd; then turn,
My dearest Fred'rick, turn, when glory calls,
But seize that point which trembles to the soul,
With sympathy magnetic. Self-applause
Is her most valu'd gem; she holds it high;
For who the spirit-raising gift receives
From aught, but just conviction, falsely boasts.
For me the wing of Time is nearly plum'd;
For thee, yet scarcely fledg'd; yet, when the hour
Of Judgment comes, with filial feeling join'd,
Remember, Frederick, 'twas a Mother's wish,
That self-denying Virtue, rigid Rule,
And Heaven-attempting Hope be ever thine.",,15139,•I've included twice: Rust and Iron,"""Virtue sleeps / While all the finest faculties of mind / Rust, like the iron long unus'd""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:42:52 UTC,""
5678,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Once, had she sought by Gallic scenes to please,
Whate'er their spirit, elegance, or ease;
To France John Bull each harsh term had applied,
And spirit, elegance or ease denied.
""You bring your farce[1] from France!--it shall not pass;
""A Frenchman's drama--is indeed a farce.""
Thus had he spoke, while pride his bosom steels,
Nor granted Frenchmen wit--but in their heels.",,15149,"","""Thus had he spoke, while pride his bosom steels, / Nor granted Frenchmen wit--but in their heels.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:42:53 UTC,Front Matter
6749,"",Contributed by PC Fleming,2010-07-16 21:45:19 UTC,"[...] As nothing escaped her attention that could affect the success of her cares, she soon perceived the insufficiency of the usual means to attain the end she purposed. She discovered in her young pupil an unconquerable aversion to those books which are commonly put into the hands of children, and a peculiar inclination to converse with a mother whom she considered as a friend. This was a ray of intelligence which pointed out to the discerning parent the path prescribed by nature. She then threw aside such books, as fatigued without improving the understanding of her child, and composed these conversations, in which her daughter found the most useful lessons, while she only sought gratification of a curiosity natural to her age. (Vol. I, pages viii-ix)",,17964,"","""This was a ray of intelligence which pointed out to the discerning parent the path prescribed by nature.""","",2013-06-14 04:26:26 UTC,From the translator's preface.
6749,"","Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""mind.""",2010-07-16 21:55:15 UTC,"Neither understanding nor memory need to be exerted on such trifles; and consequently, it was giving scope to her idleness. But her idleness led her into an error; for her mind, though inclined to laziness, sought for a more solid, and more active food. Thus, after bestowing much time on such follies, she was surprised not to find the satisfaction she had promised herself. she experienced a charm, a weariness in her mind; that is, she was quite disposed to ill humour. (Vol. I, page 266)",,17965,"","""But her idleness led her into an error; for her mind, though inclined to laziness, sought for a more solid, and more active food.""","",2010-07-16 21:56:48 UTC,""
6749,Possessive Individualism,"Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""thoughts.""",2010-07-16 22:06:53 UTC,"Thus our thoughts are our most sacred and dearest property; and to read a bit of paper, as you call it, that does not belong to us, that contains thoughts not addressed to us, is to do an act that has all the deformity of treason, meanness, and infamy; in fine, the most vile and dishonourable act imaginable.
(Vol. I, p. 285)",2012-02-04,17966,"","""Thus our thoughts are our most sacred and dearest property; and to read a bit of paper, as you call it, that does not belong to us, that contains thoughts not addressed to us, is to do an act that has all the deformity of treason, meanness, and infamy; in fine, the most vile and dishonourable act imaginable.""","",2012-02-04 21:49:33 UTC,""
6749,"","Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""idea.""",2010-07-16 22:09:32 UTC,"That frequently happens; and when once a false idea is impressed, it is very difficult to erase it, particularly at your age; as you are not yet capable of distinguishing the false from the true.
(Vol. I, page 86).",,17967,"","""That frequently happens; and when once a false idea is impressed, it is very difficult to erase it, particularly at your age; as you are not yet capable of distinguishing the false from the true.""",Impressions and Writing,2013-06-14 04:25:41 UTC,""
6749,"","Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""heart.""",2010-07-17 15:45:25 UTC,"This alone was sufficient grounds for the old waiting gentlewoman to persuade Regentina, that this was the husband destined by the Oracle, because he would not take the Princess without green, not on account of his disdaining to wear green, but that it was not in his power to do so, notwithstanding all his efforts; which, in her mind, made a material difference in the meaning of the Oracle. Regentina remained speechless and confused, at the pitiful result of such pompous preliminaries. Those who were well acquainted with the world and the Court, agreed, that the heart of woman was an inexplicable abyss; and all remarked the novelty of this sentiment. The philosophers alone found it simple and natural. They remembered the tale of, The way to please the ladies, written by one of their fraternity; and thought it common enough for a woman of sense to prefer a coxcomb, whom she could govern as she liked, to a man, who would always surpass her, in spite of her and himself too, by possessing qualities too eminent. (Vol. II, pages 88-9)",,17976,"","""Those who were well acquainted with the world and the Court, agreed, that the heart of woman was an inexplicable abyss; and all remarked the novelty of this sentiment.""","",2010-07-17 15:45:25 UTC,Con. XIV
6749,"","Contributed by PC Fleming, searching ""heart""",2010-07-17 15:50:00 UTC,"To be sure but when one has any thing in one's mind, or in one's heart, what can one do? It is often a trifle; a little crumb; but it is those little crumbs that we must not suffer to accumulate till the next day.
(Vol. II, page 329)",,17977,"","""It is often a trifle; a little crumb; but it is those little crumbs that we must not suffer to accumulate till the next day.""","",2013-06-14 04:28:01 UTC,Con. XX