work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4339,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes,
Of what Materials she her Pencil makes
By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause,
And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws.
The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see
In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury;
Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy,
And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye;
How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake,
While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take.
Thou know'st the downy Chains that softly bind
Our slumb'ring Sense, when waiting Objects find
No Avenue left open to the Mind.
Mean Time thou see'st how guideless Spirits play,
And mimick o'er in Dreams the busy Day,
With pleasant Scenes and Figures entertain,
Or with their monstrous Mixtures fright the Brain.
(pp. 99-100)",2011-11-24,11345,"•""Thou"" is God. Alfred performs after a banquet. Rich passage. INTEREST. REVISIT. And see previous entries (this passage is actually previous to ""secret Soul's imperial Throne"" but after ""the wondrous Links"").","""Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes, / Of what Materials she her Pencil makes / By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause, / And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws.""","",2014-01-12 16:30:42 UTC,Book III
6261,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-10-21 00:00:00 UTC,"Wanderer! if thy path bend o'er these lawns
And forest-lands, stay thy rejoicing steps--
Though they would fain bound with yon fawns and hinds
Down the green slope, and skim the level turf
To other slopes, and other pluming groves,--
Stay thy intemperate spirit, and mark well
Each beauty of the scene, and the strong lights
And stormy sunshine, that fall o'er these shades!
Pause thou awhile, that, in some future hour,
When the long sunless storm of winter broods,
And thou sitt'st lonely by thy evening hearth,
In melancholy twilight, listening
The far-off tempest,--then sweet Memory
May come, and with her mirror cheer thy mind,
On whose bright surface lovelier scenes shall live
Than any shrined within Italian climes;
And every graceful form and shaded hue,
As now it lives, again shall smile before thee:
For England, beauteous England, scarce can boast,
Through her green vales and plains and wavy hills,
Another landscape of such sylvan grace.",,16568,"","""[T]hen sweet Memory / May come, and with her mirror cheer thy mind, / On whose bright surface lovelier scenes shall live / Than any shrined within Italian climes.""","",2016-04-28 02:54:22 UTC,""
8274,"",Reading at The Yale Digital Edition of the Works of Samuel Johnson. ,2018-04-19 20:22:22 UTC,"Now commences the reign of judgment or reason; we begin to find little pleasure, but in comparing arguments, stating propositions, disentangling perplexities, clearing ambiguities, and deducing consequences. The painted vales of imagination are deserted, and our intellectual activity is exercised in winding through the labyrinths of fallacy, and toiling with firm and cautious steps up the narrow tracks of demonstration. Whatever may lull vigilance, or mislead attention, is contemptuously rejected, and every disguise in which error may be concealed, is carefully observed, till by degrees a certain number of incontestable or unsuspected propositions are established, and at last concatenated into arguments, or compacted into systems.",,25184,"","""The painted vales of imagination are deserted, and our intellectual activity is exercised in winding through the labyrinths of fallacy, and toiling with firm and cautious steps up the narrow tracks of demonstration.""","",2018-04-19 20:22:22 UTC,""