work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5614,"","Reading; found again searching ""mirror"" and ""mind in HDIS (Poetry); and again in ECCO-TCP",2003-12-17 00:00:00 UTC,"There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know. The shifts and turns,
The expedients and inventions multiform
To which the mind resorts, in chase of terms
Though apt, yet coy, and difficult to win,--
To arrest the fleeting images that fill
The mirror of the mind, and hold them fast,
And force them sit, till he has pencil'd off
A faithful likeness of the forms he views;
Then to dispose his copies with such art
That each may find its most propitious light,
And shine by situation, hardly less
Than by the labour and the skill it cost,
Are occupations of the poet's mind
So pleasing, and that steal away the thought
With such address, from themes of sad import,
That lost in his own musings, happy man!
He feels the anxieties of life, denied
Their wonted entertainment, all retire.
Such joys has he that sings. But ah! not such,
Or seldom such, the hearers of his song.
Fastidious, or else listless, or perhaps
Aware of nothing arduous in a task
They never undertook, they little note
His dangers or escapes, and haply find
There least amusement where he found the most.
But is amusement all? studious of song,
And yet ambitious not to sing in vain,
I would not trifle merely, though the world
Be loudest in their praise who do no more.
Yet what can satire, whether grave or gay?
It may correct a foible, may chastise
The freaks of fashion, regulate the dress,
Retrench a sword-blade, or displace a patch;
But where are its sublimer trophies found?
What vice has it subdued? whose heart reclaim'd
By rigour, or whom laugh'd into reform?
Alas! Leviathan is not so tamed.
Laugh'd at, he laughs again; and stricken hard,
Turns to the stroke his adamantine scales,
That fear no discipline of human hands.
(Bk. II, ll. 285-325, pp. 146-7)",,15004,"","""The shifts and turns, / The expedients and inventions multiform / To which the mind resorts, in chase of terms / Though apt, yet coy, and difficult to win,-- / To arrest the fleeting images that fill / The mirror of the mind, and hold them fast, / And force them sit, till he has pencil'd off / A faithful likeness of the forms he views.""",Mirror,2013-08-22 21:11:58 UTC,""
5616,Psychomachia,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",2004-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"As varying Pleasure darts her smiles around,
And strews her ruddiest rose-buds on the ground,
As shines Love's nectar in Youth's flattering glass,
And Nature gilds the minutes as they pass.
Swift glides the heart from Virtue's fair intent,
And faint Denial half implies consent.
'Twixt shame and passion floats the struggling mind,
To Virtue now, and now to vice inclin'd,
This frowns refusal, that persuades to yield,
Till Reason falls, and Passion takes the field,
Then guard, oh! noble youth, the sliding heart,
Sov'reigns are subjects to the master part;
The ruling passion still maintains its post,
Monarch o'er monarchs, and the mortal's lost.
",,15029,•I've included twice: Struggle and Field,"""'Twixt shame and passion floats the struggling mind, / To Virtue now, and now to vice inclin'd, / This frowns refusal, that persuades to yield, / Till Reason falls, and Passion takes the field.""","",2011-07-19 14:48:58 UTC,""
5640,Wandering,"Searching ""mind"" in Liberty Fund OLL",2005-08-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Whilst our minds are taken up with the objects or business before us, we are commonly happy, whatever the object or business be; when the mind is absent, and the thoughts are wandering to something else than what is passing in the place in which we are, we are often miserable.
(p. 22)",,15076,"","""[W]hen the mind is absent, and the thoughts are wandering to something else than what is passing in the place in which we are, we are often miserable""",Inhabitants,2013-06-04 16:43:39 UTC,"Book I. Preliminary Considerations, Chapter 6. Human Happiness"
7365,"","Searching in HDIS; found again reading Helen Thompson, Ingenuous Subjection (Penn Press, 2005), p. 202.",2013-03-23 19:33:59 UTC,"The orient pearls were strewed around --she hailed the morn, and sung with wild delight, Glory to God on high, good will towards men. She was indeed so much affected when she joined in the prayer for her eternal preservation, that she could hardly conceal her violent emotions; and the recollection never failed to wake her dormant piety when earthly passions made it grow languid.
These various movements of her mind were not commented on, nor were the luxuriant shoots restrained by culture. The servants and the poor adored her.
(p. 30)",,20038,"","""These various movements of her mind were not commented on, nor were the luxuriant shoots restrained by culture.""","",2013-10-28 17:02:21 UTC,Chapter IV
7439,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-14 04:07:23 UTC,"Thro' the mind of Delamere, a thousand confused ideas rapidly passed. He was divided between his joy at having found Emmeline, his vexation at knowing she was surrounded by rivals, and his fear that his father might, by the application of Elkerton to him, know that Emmeline's abode was no longer a secret; and amidst these various sensations, he was able only to express his dislike of Elkerton, whose presumption in thinking of Emmeline appeared to cancel the casual obligation he owed to him for discovering her.
(I, p. 226)",,20644,"","""Thro' the mind of Delamere, a thousand confused ideas rapidly passed.""","",2013-06-14 04:07:23 UTC,""
7439,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-14 04:13:53 UTC,"A night passed in quiet sleep had greatly restored her; and her fever, though not gone, was considerably abated. Every noise, however trifling, still made her start; her nerves were by no means restored to their tone, and her spirits continued to be greatly affected. The idea which seemed to press most painfully on her mind, was the blemish which the purity of her character must sustain by her being so long absent with Delamere--a blemish which she knew could hardly ever be removed but by her returning as his wife.
(II, p. 114)",,20650,"","""The idea which seemed to press most painfully on her mind, was the blemish which the purity of her character must sustain by her being so long absent with Delamere--a blemish which she knew could hardly ever be removed but by her returning as his wife.""",Impressions,2013-06-14 04:13:53 UTC,""
7439,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-14 04:20:28 UTC,"This infamous scroll had no sooner been perused by Delamere, than fury flashed from his eyes, and anguish seized his heart. But the moment the suddenness of his passion gave way to reflection, the tumult of his mind subsided, and he thought it must be an artifice of his mother's to separate him from Emmeline. The longer he considered her inveterate antipathy to his marriage, the more he was convinced that this artifice, unworthy as it was, she was capable of conceiving, and, by means of the Crofts, executing, if she hoped by it to put an eternal conclusion to his affection. He at length so entirely adopted this idea, that determining ""to be revenged and ""love her better for it,"" and to settle the matter very peremptorily with the Crofts' if they had been found to interfere, he obtained a tolerable command over his temper and his features, and joined Lady Montreville and Miss Delamere, whom he found reading letters which they also had received from England. His mother asked slightly after his; and, in a few moments, Mr. Crofts arrived, asking, with his usual assiduity, after the health of Lord Montreville and that of such friends as usually wrote to her Ladyship? She answered his enquiries--and then desired to hear what news Sir Richard or his other correspondents had sent him?
(III, pp. 70-1)",,20656,"","""But the moment the suddenness of his passion gave way to reflection, the tumult of his mind subsided, and he thought it must be an artifice of his mother's to separate him from Emmeline.""","",2013-06-14 04:20:28 UTC,""
7439,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-14 04:56:05 UTC,"Crofts himself, who had at length torn himself from his bride to pave the way for his being received by her family as her husband, soon appeared, and confirmed all this. He told Lord Montreville that Delamere had conceived suspicions of Emmeline's conduct, tho' he knew not from what cause, that had at first excited the most uneasy jealousy, but which had at length subsided with his love; that he had regained his spirits; and, when he left his mother and sister, seemed resolved to make a vigorous effort to expel from his mind a passion he was ashamed of having so long indulged.
(III, pp. 159-160)",,20668,"","""He told Lord Montreville that Delamere had conceived suspicions of Emmeline's conduct, tho' he knew not from what cause, that had at first excited the most uneasy jealousy, but which had at length subsided with his love; that he had regained his spirits; and, when he left his mother and sister, seemed resolved to make a vigorous effort to expel from his mind a passion he was ashamed of having so long indulged.""","",2013-06-14 04:56:05 UTC,""
7439,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-14 05:06:47 UTC,"On the evening after he had bade her adieu, Godolphin embarked in the pacquet which was on it's departure to England. The weather, tho' cold, was calm; and he sat down on the deck, where, after they had got a few leagues from France, all was profoundly quiet. Only the man at the helm and one sailor were awake on board. The vessel glided thro' the expanse of water; while the soul of Godolphin fled back to Emmeline, and dwelt with lingering fondness on the object of all it's affection.
(pp. 240-1)",,20678,"","""The vessel glided thro' the expanse of water; while the soul of Godolphin fled back to Emmeline, and dwelt with lingering fondness on the object of all it's affection.""","",2013-06-14 05:06:47 UTC,""
7999,"",Searching in ECCO,2014-07-29 20:30:10 UTC,"It will be no great proof either of my friendship or good breeding to tell you that I take the pen thro' mere vexation, but it will be one of my sincerity, and therefore beyond either. Perhaps of my policy to, in confessing at once, what my wandering ideas, and disjointed style would soon have discover'd. Prythee answer me, Herbert, Are those cruel moralists, who by telling us there is no happiness in life, contribute towards destroying it in hop, really at last in the right? Are love, confidence, and friendship, those shadows they would have us believe?--There was a time when my feelings gave the lie to their assertions; and holding the mirror of fancy before my eyes, shew'd me the future, in the happy present. By a caprice, as strange as inexplicable, on her side, my wife and I are at variance, without either of us being able to give one earthly reason, for even a disagreement.--I cannot make you an arbiter, but you shall at least judge of the affaird, and (what is as honest, as it is rare) will not inform you before-hand, that Lady Helen is peevish, and I am in the right.
(II, p. 257)",,24354,"","""Perhaps of my policy to, in confessing at once, what my wandering ideas, and disjointed style would soon have discover'd.""","",2014-07-29 20:30:10 UTC,Letter LXVI.