work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4141,"","Searching in HDIS (Poetry); found again searching ""soul"" and ""impression""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss:
When turning backwards with inverted Eyes,
The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys,
The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace
And Image of the Godhead: no alloy
Of Flesh, its sprightly Beauties can destroy;
Nor Death nor Fate can snatch the lasting Joy.
Through ev'ry Limb the active Spirit flows;
Diffusing Life and Vigour as it goes,
But is it self unmixt, and free from Dross;
Reflected on its glitt'ring Form it views
All Nature's Works, with eager Steps persues
The Species as they fly, and subtly draws
From single Objects universal Laws:
Thus whilst great Jove the whirling Engine guides,
And o'er the Times and rolling Year presides:
Still, as he turns the rapid Wheels of Chance,
Himself immortal and unchang'd remains,
And when the empty Scene of Nature cloys,
Sinks in the Godhead, and himself enjoys.",,10658,•Crazy! Eye turned round in its socket.,"""Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss: / When turning backwards with inverted Eyes, / The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys, / The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace /
And Image of the Godhead.""",Eye,2013-06-26 17:25:06 UTC,""
4575,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Alexis, walking in the Park,
Met Chloe, just before 'twas dark:
He ask'd a Kiss, nor she deny'd;
I don't know what they did beside:
But, as a Child, in Thought, chews o'er
The Sweetmeats, which he eat before;
So in his Mind Alexis keeps
The dear Impression of her Lips:
He felt it all the foll'wing Day,
At Night indulg'd it at the Play;
One ling'ring Act he musing stay'd,
But knew not what the Actors said;
He thought the Park in Drury-lane,
Believ'd the Nymph appear'd again;
He seems to view her snowy Neck,
Her ruby Lip, and rosy Cheek,
Her graceful Smiles, and sparkling Eyes,
Her panting Bosom fall and rise:
And now he clasp'd her in his Arms,
('Twas all imaginary Charms)
When, rising to the Height of Bliss,
His Lips essay'd to take a Kiss;
An Orange-wench trod on his Foot;
And screaming, ""Will you have some Fruit?""
Surpriz'd, he dropt the pleasing Theme,
And found his Joys a waking Dream;
He swore, and wept, and kick'd the Wench,
Forgot his Hat, and left the Bench.",,12024,•INTEREST. Not like the other impression metaphors. USE in entry.
•I've included twice: Impression and Eating and Drinking,"""But, as a Child, in Thought, chews o'er / The Sweetmeats, which he eat before; / So in his Mind Alexis keeps / The dear Impression of her Lips:""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:36:31 UTC,I've included the entire poem
4582,"",Searching in ECCO,2006-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"To express this to us by Similitudes both just and beautiful; some Philosophers compare an human Soul to an empty Cabinet, of inexpressible Value for the Matter and Workmanship: and particularly, for the wonderful Contrivance of it, as having all imaginable Conveniencies within, for treasuring up Jewels and Curiousities of every kind.--But then we ourselves must collect and sort them, and we shall ill deserve such a Present from the Maker, if we either keep it empty, or fill it with Trifles; nay, if we do not, as we have opportunity, furnish and enrich it with whatsoever is of use or worth in Art or nature.----This ought indeed to be the main Business of our Lives.--Others, with equal truth and justice, have likened the Minds of Children to a rasa Tabula, or white Paper, whereon we may imprint, or write what Characters we please; which will prove so lasting, as not to be effaced without injuring or destroying the Beauty of the whole; even as Experience shews, and the Son of Sirach advises, My son gather instruction from thy youth up: so shalt thou find wisdom, till thine old age.--These first Characters therefore ought to be deeply and [end page 7] beautifully struck, and the Learning they express should be of great Price. And this, if timely Care be taken, may be done with ease because the Mind is then soft and tender: and because Truth and Right are by the nature of Things, as pleasant to the Soul, as Light and Proportion to the Eye, or as sweet as Honey to the Taste. But if such Impressions be not made, either ignorance and Folly will prevail; or Errors and Prejudices will take possession, and afterwards prevent the Knowledge of Wisdom from entring or striking on the Mind with its innate force and lustre. And when once we have lost our natural Sense and Love of Truth and Right, and when the Light within us is become Darkness, how great must that Darkness be, and how irretrievable the Misery of such a State? Wise there was the caution of our blessed Master, who is the Way, and the Truth, and the Life, Take heed, that the Light which is in thee be not Darkness.
(pp. 7-8)",2012-04-17,12057,"•I've included thrice: Characters, Eye, Taste.
•Cross-reference: compare previous. Do Bernard and Denne crib from the same script?
","""These first Characters therefore ought to be deeply and beautifully struck, and the Learning they express should be of great Price. And this, if timely Care be taken, may be done with ease because the Mind is then soft and tender: and because Truth and Right are by the nature of Things, as pleasant to the Soul, as Light and Proportion to the Eye, or as sweet as Honey to the Taste.""",Coinage and Writing,2012-04-17 20:35:10 UTC,""
4640,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); text from ECCO-TCP,2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"V.
My Saviour, Thou thy Love to me
In Want, in Pain, in Shame, hast show'd;
For me on the accursed Tree
Thou pouredst forth thy guiltless Blood:
Thy Wounds upon my Heart impress,
Nor ought shall the lov'd Stamp efface.
(p. 157)",2014-02-09,12219,VARIANT: aught/ought. Corr. in HDIS edition? ,"""Thy wounds upon my heart impress, / Nor [a]ught shall the loved stamp efface""",Impression,2014-02-09 19:15:13 UTC,""
4351,"",Reading,2011-07-27 13:29:18 UTC,"This was a dreadful Blow to me; tho' I cannot say I was so surpriz'd as I should otherwise have been; for all the while he was gone, my Mind was oppress'd with the Weight of my own Thoughts; and I was as sure that I should never see him any more, that I think nothing could be like it; the Impression was so strong, that, I think, nothing could make so deep a Wound, that was imaginary; and I was so dejected, and disconsolate, that when I receiv'd the News of his Disaster, there was no room for any extraordinary Alteration in me: I had cry'd all that Day, eat nothing, and only waited, as I might say, to receive the dismal News, which I had brought to me about Five a-Clock in the Afternoon.
(p. 62, pp. 88-9 in Penguin)
",,19003,"","""This was a dreadful Blow to me; tho' I cannot say I was so surpriz'd as I should otherwise have been; for all the while he was gone, my Mind was oppress'd with the Weight of my own Thoughts; and I was as sure that I should never see him any more, that I think nothing could be like it; the Impression was so strong, that, I think, nothing could make so deep a Wound, that was imaginary; and I was so dejected, and disconsolate, that when I receiv'd the News of his Disaster, there was no room for any extraordinary Alteration in me.""",Impressions,2011-07-27 13:29:18 UTC,""
4380,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-21 14:26:53 UTC,"Octavio, who had listned to the few Words she had spoken, thought himself very well acquainted with that Voice, but cou'd not persuade himself that he had ever seen the Face in his Life. Sir, said he to Lorenzo, you promis'd to shew me a Place fit only for the wretched, and surely this is it. The poor Woman, who had never rais'd her Eyes from the Ground, hearing Octavio speak, lifted 'em up, and looking on him, cry'd out aloud, Octavio ! and then fell to the Ground. Octavio, who knew her not, was much at a loss to know how she came by his Name; however he ran to her, and with the help of his Companions, brought her to herself; and then asked her how she came to know him. Alas! said she, are Poverty and Rags disguise enough to make Octavio forget his Clara? And is it possible that any thing can alter me past your knowledge? My Misfortunes are doubly such, if you resolve to forsake and despise me for them. No, said Octavio, if thou art Clara, thou art still the only Creature upon Earth that can give relief to my distracted Mind and wounded Heart; thy Wrongs have cost me too many Months repose, and I have given up my self too much to the thoughts of thee, to slight or despise thee now I have found thee: but the Thoughts and almost Certainty of thy Death, are so impressed upon my Mind, and thou art so very unlike thy self, that still methinks, I doubt my own Happiness. If you consider the difference, said she, between Want and Plenty, Rest and Labour, Ease and Pain, between Quiet of Mind, and distracted racking Thoughts, you will no longer wonder at the alteration you see in me. If Octavio still loves Clara, and can love her in the midst of so much Poverty, he may yet be as happy as she can make him; and need no longer doubt, but that he has infallibly recover'd what has been so long lost, both to him and herself.
(pp. 244-5)
",,21086,"","""No, said Octavio, if thou art Clara, thou art still the only Creature upon Earth that can give relief to my distracted Mind and wounded Heart; thy Wrongs have cost me too many Months repose, and I have given up my self too much to the thoughts of thee, to slight or despise thee now I have found thee: but the Thoughts and almost Certainty of thy Death, are so impressed upon my Mind, and thou art so very unlike thy self, that still methinks, I doubt my own Happiness.""",Impressions,2013-06-21 14:26:53 UTC,""
7546,"",Google Book,2013-07-16 15:34:09 UTC,"Thus we see how the Mind necessarily depends, immediatly upon her own Body, and by Means thereof, upon other external Objects, for her Pleasures or Pains. Now,'tis this Dependence, which the Mind Is always conscious she has upon the Body, that engageth her in so very deep a Concern for it. For if the Mind suffer'd no Alteration in her State, from whatever Impressions might be made on it by external Objects, we have no Reason to believe, but that she would as easily part with a Limb, or any other Member whatsoever, as we now do with our Hair, and other Excrescences. But when the Mind sensibly feels, that the Body is the great Organ whereby, she receives so many of her agreeable and painful Sensations, and that these Things always happen, to her, according to the Condition the Body is in, and the Impressions it derives from external Objects, this makes her to interest her self in the State of the Body, as much as she does in her own Perceptions, and to employ as tender a Concernment about its Situation, as about the Manner of her own Existence. By which Means she always bears a mighty Liking and Good-will to the Body; which is very much encreased from considering its Usefulness, and that it serves as a very commodious Engine to carry her about in her Diversions and Amusements, and to procure other Objects which she feels as necessary to her Happiness.
(pp. 183-4)",,21790,"","""Now,'tis this Dependence, which the Mind Is always conscious she has upon the Body, that engageth her in so very deep a Concern for it. For if the Mind suffer'd no Alteration in her State, from whatever Impressions might be made on it by external Objects, we have no Reason to believe, but that she would as easily part with a Limb, or any other Member whatsoever, as we now do with our Hair, and other Excrescences.""",Impressions,2013-07-16 15:34:09 UTC,""
7821,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-02 20:25:23 UTC,"The first Sense of Sorrow I ever knew was upon the Death of my Father, at which Time I was not quite Five Years of Age; but was rather amazed at what all the House meant, than possessed with a real Understanding why no Body was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the Room where his Body lay, and my Mother sate weeping alone by it. I had my Battledore in my Hand, and fell a beating the Coffin, and calling Papa; for I know not how I had some slight Idea that he was locked up there. My Mother catched me in her Arms, and transported beyond all Patience of the silent Grief she was before in, she almost smothered me in her Embrace, and told me in a Flood of Tears, Papa could not hear me, and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under Ground, whence he could never come to us again. She was a very beautiful Woman, of a noble Spirit, and there was a Dignity in her Grief amidst all the Wildness of her Transport, which, methought, struck me with an Instinct of Sorrow, which, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very Soul, and has made Pity the Weakness of my Heart ever since. The Mind in Infancy is, methinks, like the Body in Embrio, and receives Impressions so forcible, that they are as hard to be removed by Reason, as any Mark with which a Child is born is to be taken away by any future Application. Hence it is, that Good-Nature in me is no Merit; but having been so frequently over-whelmed with her Tears before I knew the Cause of any Affliction, or could draw Defences from my own Judgment, I imbibed Commiseration, Remorse, and an unmanly Gentleness of Mind, which has since insnared me into Ten Thousand Calamities, and from whence I can reap no Advantage, except it be, that in such an Humour as I am now in, I can the better indulge my self, in the Softnesses of Humanity, and enjoy that sweet Anxiety which arises from the Memory of past Afflictions.
(III, pp. 331-2; cf. II, pp. 483-4 in Bond ed.)",,23430,INTEREST: first impressions as birthmarks? ,"""The Mind in Infancy is, methinks, like the Body in Embrio, and receives Impressions so forcible, that they are as hard to be removed by Reason, as any Mark with which a Child is born is to be taken away by any future Application.""",Impressions,2014-03-02 20:25:23 UTC,""