updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2013-06-13 15:39:07 UTC,14959,"When welcome slumber sets my spirit free,
Forth to fictitious happiness it flies,
And where Elysian bowers of bliss arise,
I seem, my Emmeline--to meet with thee!
Ah! Fancy then, dissolving human ties,
Gives me the wishes of my soul to see;
Tears of fond pity fill thy soften'd eyes:
In heavenly harmony--our hearts agree.
Alas! these joys are mine in dreams alone,
When cruel Reason abdicates her throne!
Her harsh return condemns me to complain
Thro' life unpitied, unrelieved, unknown.
And as the dear delusions leave my brain,
She bids the truth recur--with aggravated pain.
","","""Alas! these joys are mine in dreams alone, / When cruel Reason abdicates her throne!""",5597,2011-10-06,Reading,2004-07-09 00:00:00 UTC,•This is one of the few poems in which the metaphor of Reason's abdication is positive. ,"",Throne
2013-11-19 02:22:49 UTC,15111,"But hapless is he, who, to Folly a minion,
Will yield up his senses to take her opinion:
'Tis fretting the mind her caprice to obey,
When the merit of yesterday's doubted to-day;
For those men whom our sires have lauded, with pride
Their sons have assail'd, and defil'd, and decry'd:
And the mind's poor infirmities dash'd from their throne,
Forgetting the weakness that lives in their own.
--E'en Hayley weaves verse in Antipathy's loom,
To murder the guardians of Warburton's Tomb!
He wounds, unabash'd, the repose of the dead,
And the laurel, once sacred, demands from the head;
As Prejudice, like a vile gypsy sits jaded,
Untwisting that texture which Honor had braided.
(First Part, Mrs. Siddons, p. 31, ll. 251-258)","","""And the mind's poor infirmities dash'd from their throne, / Forgetting the weakness that lives in their own.""",5658,2011-07-20,"Searching ""mind"" and ""throne"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-07-12 00:00:00 UTC,"","First Part, Mrs. Siddons",Throne
2009-09-14 19:42:49 UTC,15119,"Tho' his strong understanding is blest with profundity,
His face mars its force by a stupid rotundity;
It was form'd to accomplish less amiable uses,
And wine, by a smile, every maid--but the Muses;
Too fastuous for exquisite passion's digression,
Too fair for a hero, too round for expression;
Like a beggar at law, whom no barrister blesses,
His mind lacks an agent to plead its distresses;
All his muscles rebel 'gainst judicious controul,
And his face gives the lie to a sensible soul.
His fears to do less than enough, never quit him,
His cloaths in the gentleman ne'er seem to fit him:
With rant he too often disgusts the beholders,
And offends by continually writhing his shoulders.
But his faults like the stones of the pavement decay,
When quick dropping springs wear the surface away.
","","""Like a beggar at law, whom no barrister blesses, / His mind lacks an agent to plead its distresses; / All his muscles rebel 'gainst judicious controul""",5658,,"Searching ""mind"" and ""barrister"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-08-24 00:00:00 UTC,"","",Court
2013-03-23 20:52:39 UTC,15238,"SIR JOHN.
And can you persist after this, my Lord?--don't --for my sake don't.--
LORD
A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates.
SIR JOHN
I know my uncle is impatient for my return, and therefore I cannot remain any longer here--but I am sorry to leave you--very sorry to leave you in this situation, indeed, my Lord--Now promise to get the better of your passion--it will make me much happier if you will.
LORD
I can promise nothing--why don't you go to your uncle?
SIR JOHN
I am going--I must go, or he'll never pardon it.
(II.i)","","""A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates""",5710,,"Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act II, Scene i",""
2009-09-14 19:43:07 UTC,15241,"1. Nature has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure. It is for them alone to point out what we ought to do, as well as to determine what we shall do. On the one hand the standard of right and wrong, on the other the chain of causes and effects, are fastened to their throne. They govern us in all we do, in all we say, in all we think: every effort we can make to throw off our subjection, will serve but to demonstrate and confirm it.
In words a man may pretend to abjure their empire: but in reality he will remain subject to it all the while. The principle of utility†1 recognizes this subjection, and assumes it for the foundation of that system, the object of which is to rear the fabric of felicity by the hands of reason and of law. Systems which attempt to question it, deal in sounds instead of sense, in caprice instead of reason, in darkness instead of light. But enough of metaphor and declamation: it is not by such means that moral science is to be improved.
(p. 11)
","","""Nature has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure.""",5713,,Searching in Past Masters ,2005-05-03 00:00:00 UTC,"",I.ii.1. Of the Principle of Utility,""
2009-09-14 19:43:07 UTC,15242,"1. Nature has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure. It is for them alone to point out what we ought to do, as well as to determine what we shall do. On the one hand the standard of right and wrong, on the other the chain of causes and effects, are fastened to their throne. They govern us in all we do, in all we say, in all we think: every effort we can make to throw off our subjection, will serve but to demonstrate and confirm it.
In words a man may pretend to abjure their empire: but in reality he will remain subject to it all the while. The principle of utility†1 recognizes this subjection, and assumes it for the foundation of that system, the object of which is to rear the fabric of felicity by the hands of reason and of law. Systems which attempt to question it, deal in sounds instead of sense, in caprice instead of reason, in darkness instead of light. But enough of metaphor and declamation: it is not by such means that moral science is to be improved.
(p. 11)
","","""In words a man may pretend to abjure their empire [pain and pleasure]: but in reality he will remain subject to it all the while""",5713,,Searching in Past Masters ,2005-05-03 00:00:00 UTC,"•INTEREST: Metaphor and declamation are not ""such means"" that will improve moral science.",I.ii.1. Of the Principle of Utility,""
2014-07-12 14:06:41 UTC,15274,"'Tis difficult from Custom to depart,
She tints the will--she clings about the heart:
Parent of Sorrow--relative of Glee,
The Demon's hope--the Fool's apology--
Oh! Habit, Habit! whither wilt thou lead,
While Fame capriciously upholds thy deed;
Our earliest apothegms her sorc'ries blind,
She wars with Wit for empire o'er the mind;
Fights to the last unknowing how to yield,
And inch by inch disputes the mental field.--
How few, like Russia's Lord, dare burst her chain,
Restrict her step, or regulate her reign;
The godlike Peter, all her force beguil'd,
And drove her 'yond the precincts of the wild;
Bade radiant Science 'mid his desarts rise,
Then gave her volumes to a nation's eyes:
The savage struggles of rude judgment fann'd,
And sent her eel meand'ring through the land.
(pp. 83-4)","","Custom ""wars with Wit for Empire o'er the mind / Fights to the last unknowing how to yield, / And inch by inch disputes the mental field""",5731,,"Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""
2013-06-13 15:46:46 UTC,19258,"Sonnet XLVII.
To Fancy
Thee Queen of Shadows!--shall I still invoke,
Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke
Which shew'd the beauteous, rather than the true!
Alas! long since, those glowing tints are dead,
And now 'tis thine in darkest hues to dress
The spot where pale Experience hangs her head
O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!
Thro' thy false medium then, no longer view'd,
May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly,
And I, as from me all thy dreams depart,
Be to my wayward destiny subdu'd;
Nor seek perfection with a poet's eye,
Nor suffer anguish with a poet's heart!","","""Thee Queen of Shadows! [Fancy]--shall I still invoke, / Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew, / When on mine eyes the early radiance broke / Which shew'd the beauteous, rather than the true!""",7108,,Reading,2011-10-06 21:56:00 UTC,"","",""
2013-03-09 15:42:22 UTC,19970,"I believe, Sir, I have now touched upon all the objections of any consequence, which are made to the abolition of this Trade.--When we consider the vastness of the Continent of Africa; when we reflect how all other countries have for some centuries past, been advancing in happiness and civilization; when we think how in this same period all improvement in Africa has been defeated by her intercourse with Britain; when we reflect how it is we ourselves that have degraded them to that wretched brutishness and barbarity which we now plead as the justification of our guilt; how the Slave Trade has enslaved their minds, blackened their character and sunk them so low in the scale of animal beings, that some think the very apes are of a higher class, and fancy the Ourang Outang has given them the go-by.--What a mortification must we feel at having so long neglected to think of our guilt, or to attempt any reparation: It seems, indeed, as if we had determined to forbear from all interference until the measure of our folly and wickedness was so full and complete; until the impolicy which eventually belongs to vice, was become so plain and glaring, that not an individual in the country would refuse to join in the abolition: It seems as if we had waited until the persons most interested should be tired out with the folly and nefariouness of the trade, and should unite in petitioning against it.
(47-8) ","","""[T]he Slave Trade has enslaved their [Africans'] minds, blackened their character and sunk them so low in the scale of animal beings, that some think the very apes are of a higher class, and fancy the Ourang Outang has given them the go-by.""",7332,,Reading,2013-03-09 15:42:22 UTC,"","",Fetters
2013-09-08 19:21:21 UTC,22696,"HAUBERK.
Still in this breast shall dearest Emma reign,
Nor e'er my will your virgin choice shall sway.
But grant this Knight be he whom erst you saw,
That Hauberk's line no longer want an Heir.
In two short hours we hope him here: till then
Farewel.
(I.iii, p. 138)","","""Still in this breast shall dearest Emma reign, / Nor e'er my will your virgin choice shall sway.""",7670,,Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-09-08 19:21:21 UTC,"",Scene iii,""