work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5973,"","Found again searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2003-12-17 00:00:00 UTC,"In gulfs of aweful night we find
The God of our desires;
'Tis there he stamps the yielding mind,
And doubles all its fires.
(ll. 9-12, p. 104)",,15882,"","The ""yielding mind"" may be stamped","",2009-09-14 19:44:59 UTC,""
6027,"","Searching ""engrav"" and ""thought"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"VILLARS.
Mean you Maria's?--Oh! you little know --her door is shut against the common tribe, who visit but to murder Fame and Time; but to the poor and houseless wanderer, 'tis open as her heart
(Tourly and Jack Analyse appear at the wing and listen)
: --come--she shall greet you with a sister's smiles,--and for myself--
(taking her hand and kissing it,)
pity first stamp'd your story in my breast, and the impression is engrav'd for ever!",,16004,•Reynolds is much given to Writing and Engraving metaphors!
•I've included twice: Engraving and Stamping.,"Pity first stamp'd your story in my breast, and the impression is engrav'd for ever""","",2009-09-14 19:45:23 UTC,"Act II, scene iv"
6052,"","Searching ""engrav"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"'Now on the bosom of the list'ning Youth
'Impress, engrave the sacred form of Truth;
'Bid them, as varying life unfolds to view,
'Be still thro' all her scenes to honor true;
'True to the man on Friendship's list enroll'd,
'Th' entrusted secret of his soul untold.
'Woe to that Chief, and blasted be his fame,
'Whose mean soul chills Affection's holy flame;
'Forgetting that he once, with zeal impress'd,
'Drank the pure drops that flow'd from Friendship's breast.
",,16051,"","""'Now on the bosom of the list'ning Youth / 'Impress, engrave the sacred form of Truth""","",2009-09-14 19:45:32 UTC,""
6147,Blank Slate,"Searching ""mind"" and ""blank"" in HDIS (poetry)",2005-03-02 00:00:00 UTC,"A subject now arrests the wand'ring lay,
A theme congenial to my closing day:
Say, in the future world, to friendship true,
Shall friends with friends the social pact renew?
Search the deep record of the Sibyl's leaves,
There no instruction the blank mind receives
Bid Science spread her riches to the eye,
Consult her volume--it makes no reply!
Not all the wisdom of the wisest sage
Can break the slumber of the silent page:
In this distress, the soul, entranc'd in fright,
Looks all around, and all around is night.
At length with smiling lip, and cheering eye,
Gay Hope, the Hebe of the Christian sky,
Appears--she mitigates the circling gloom;
And o'er the cheek of Darkness throws a bloom.
Hark! now the Cherub rears her voice divine:
'To soothe the gath'ring cares of man be mine;
'Be mine to raise, endu'd with sacred power,
'The human blossom bending from the shower:
'To those now weeping o'er a kindred urn
'This bland consoling answer I return:",,16204,•REVISIT. How is the blank slate metaphor operating here?,"In the ""deep record of the Sibyl's leaves, / There no instruction the blank mind receives.""","",2009-09-14 19:46:02 UTC,""
6155,"","Reading Reisner, Thomas A. ""Tablua Rasa: Shelley's Metaphor of Mind."" Ariel IV.2 (197): 90-102. p. 94.",2006-10-03 00:00:00 UTC,"O Spirit! through the sense
By which thy inner nature was apprised
Of outward shows, vague dreams have rolled,
And varied reminiscences have waked
Tablets that never fade;
All things have been imprinted there,
The stars, the sea, the earth, the sky,
Even the unshapeliest lineaments
Of wild and fleeting visions
Have left a record there
To testify of earth.
(VII, ll. 49-59)",,16219,"•Reisner notes, ""Although Shelley ostensibly takes Locke's tablet for his analogy of the mind, his own use of it is conspicuously at odds with that intended by the English philosopher"" (94).","""O Spirit! through the sense / By which thy inner nature was apprised / Of outward shows, vague dreams have rolled, / And varied reminiscences have waked / Tablets that never fade.""","",2009-09-14 19:46:05 UTC,VII
6163,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Will you your heavenly Sire's best blessing slight?
Be Dupes by day? and Negroes through the night?
For trifles be betray'd? for bubbles bought?
For toys yield up all Liberty but thought?
Corporeal faculties be moved, or stand,
Like wheels and levers in Mechanic's hand?
Exert your intellectual strength, and skill,
The mere Automatons of others' Will!
Your eyes be blind; or, more than seen, perceive?
Your ears be deaf; breasts more than's meant believe?
Thought, introduc'd, and lodg'd within the head,
Lie dormant, there; or, number'd with the dead.
The brain resembling only large hotel,
Where none but foreign families may dwell;
Like sham ambassadorial shadow, sent
To signify frail Sovereign's false intent.
Perfidious Pimp--or Spy--or abject Scout,
On some base expedition posted out,
To act pert Duns, or Bully's bolder part,
Nor feel one kind emotion move the heart!
Amanuensis, never to digress,
But plant ideas like a printing-press;
Or, graven copper-plate, again to roll
The pristine stamp of proud Employer's Soul.
Still trudging every road, like common hack,
To take Fools' trifles--bring Fops' baggage back.
All native Cogitations' private store,
To celibacy sworn, must breed no more;
But, unproductive, all, in secret cell,
Like insulated Nuns--Monks--Hermits--dwell--
No propagated offspring brought to birth
To speak their wisdom, or their parents' worth.",,16270,"•INTEREST. Printing press. I've included thrice: Printing Press, Engraving, Stamping","""But plant ideas like a printing-press; / Or, graven copper-plate, again to roll / The pristine stamp of proud Employer's Soul.""","",2012-07-03 16:50:26 UTC,""
6180,"","Searching ""ink"" and ""bosom"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"But Scandal has always her mud,
At Merit, poor Merit, to throw;
Of ink has for ever a flood,
To blacken a bosom of snow!
",,16356,"","""Of ink has for ever a flood, / To blacken a bosom of snow!""","",2012-06-27 15:13:39 UTC,Epistle III
6936,"","Searching ""mind"" in HDIS (Austen)",2011-06-09 21:06:24 UTC,"It was presumed that Mr. Crawford was travelling back to London, on the morrow, for nothing more was seen of him at Mr. Price's; and two days afterwards, it was a fact ascertained to Fanny by the following letter from his sister, opened and read by her, on another account, with the most anxious curiosity:--
""I have to inform you, my dearest Fanny, that Henry has been down to Portsmouth to see you; that he had a delightful walk with you to the Dock-yard last Saturday, and one still more to be dwelt on the next day, on the ramparts; when the balmy air, the sparkling sea, and your sweet looks and conversation were altogether in the most delicious harmony, and afforded sensations which are to raise ecstacy even in retrospect. This, as well as I understand, is to be the substance of my information. He makes me write, but I do not know what else is to be communicated, except this said visit to Portsmouth, and these two said walks, and his introduction to your family, especially to a fair sister of your's, a fine girl of fifteen, who was of the party on the ramparts, taking her first lesson, I presume, in love. I have not time for writing much, but it would be out of place if I had, for this is to be a mere letter of business, penned for the purpose of conveying necessary information, which could not be delayed without risk of evil. My dear, dear Fanny, if I had you here, how I would talk to you!--You should listen to me till you were tired, and advise me till you were tired still more; but it is impossible to put an hundredth part of my great mind on paper, so I will abstain altogether, and leave you to guess what you like. I have no news for you. You have politics of course; and it would be too bad to plague you with the names of people and parties, that fill up my time. I ought to have sent you an account of your cousin's first party, but I was lazy, and now it is too long ago; suffice it, that every thing was just as it ought to be, in a style that any of her connections must have been gratified to witness, and that her own dress and manners did her the greatest credit. My friend Mrs. Fraser is mad for such a house, and it would not make me miserable. I go to Lady Stornaway after Easter. She seems in high spirits, and very happy. I fancy Lord S. is very good-humoured and pleasant in his own family, and I do not think him so very ill-looking as I did, at least one sees many worse. He will not do by the side of your cousin Edmund. Of the last-mentioned hero, what shall I say? If I avoided his name entirely, it would look suspicious. I will say, then, that we have seen him two or three times, and that my friends here are very much struck with his gentleman-like appearance. Mrs. Fraser (no bad judge), declares she knows but three men in town who have so good a person, height, and air; and I must confess, when he dined here the other day, there were none to compare with him, and we were a party of sixteen. Luckily there is no distinction of dress now-a-days to tell tales, but--but--but. Your's, affectionately.""
(pp. 415-6)",,18643,Hyperbole more than metaphor. Figure fails? ,"""You should listen to me till you were tired, and advise me till you were tired still more; but it is impossible to put an hundredth part of my great mind on paper, so I will abstain altogether, and leave you to guess what you like.","",2011-06-09 21:06:24 UTC,"Volume III, Chapter xii"