work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5718,"","Searching ""mirror"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Long with a Mother's eye, a Mother's prayer,
In conscious rapture o'er her pleasing Care,
Like Eden's peerless Dame in bless'd retreat,
Bright Evelina, on your safety wait,
Fost'ring your vernal hues. Long see you grow
In Wisdom's soil: Your snowy bosoms glow
With female Worth, prime sense of Honour high,
Pure Truth, and Merit, sweet with downcast eye.
Immortal Blooms! surpassing Eden's kind,
Where Beauty shines the mirror of the Mind,
And rises fairer from the waste of Time,
To sky-born Lusture in the Heav'nly Clime.",,15247,"•C-H takes from Works, but nests it in a heading ""Occasional Poems."" Is the poem to be dated 1771 then?","""Immortal Blooms! surpassing Eden's kind, / Where Beauty shines the mirror of the Mind, / And rises fairer from the waste of Time, / To sky-born Lusture in the Heav'nly Clime.""","",2009-09-14 19:43:08 UTC,From Occasional Poems
5728,"",Reading,2003-07-29 00:00:00 UTC,"YE are the spirits who preside
In earth and air and ocean wide;
In hissing flood and crackling fire;
In horror dread and tumult dire;
In stilly calm and stormy wind,
And rule the answering changes in the human mind.
High on the tempest-beaten hill,
Your misty shapes ye shift at will;
The wild fantastic clouds yet form;
Your voice is in the midnight storm,
Whilst in the dark and lonely hour,
Oft starts the boldest heart, and owns your secret power.
From you, when growling storms are past,
And lighting ceases on the waste,
And when the scene of blood is o'er,
And groans of death are heard no more,
Still holds the mind each parted form,
Like the after-echoing of th' o'erpassed storm.
When closing glooms o'erspread the day,
And what we love has passed away,
Ye kindly bid each pleasing scene
Within the bosom to remain,
Like moons who do their watches run
With the reflected brightness of the parted sun.
(ll. 1- 24, p. 440)",,15267,"•Baillie constructs an interesting relationship between the muses and the weather (mental or otherwise). There are blurred lines here: Do the muses cuases internal storms, is weather inspirational, are the muses the weather?
•I should read the whole poem. REVISIT.
•Moons, suns, days and nights. These deserve a separate category. They don't really belong in Optics (as I've defined it).","Pleasing scenes may remain in the bosom, like ""moons who do their watches run with the reflected brightness of the sun""","",2009-09-14 19:43:12 UTC,Excerpted in Lonsdale
5642,"",Reading in Google Books ,2012-01-31 19:00:06 UTC,"It ought to be observed, that the Pythagoreans and the Platonists, whether elder or latter, made the eternal ideas to be objects of science only, and of abstract contemplation, not the objects of sense. And in this the ancient system of eternal ideas differs from the modern one of Father Malebranche. He held in common with other modern Philosophers, that no external thing is perceived by us immediately, but only by ideas: But he thought, that the ideas, by which we perceive an external world, are the ideas of the Deity himself, in whose mind the ideas of all things past, present, and future, must have been from eternity; for the Deity being intimately present to our minds at all times, may discover to us as much of his ideas as he sees proper, according to certain established laws of nature: And in his ideas, as in a mirror, we perceive whatever we do perceive of the external world.
(i.i.10, 24)",,19566,"","""And in his [God's] ideas, as in a mirror, we perceive whatever we do perceive of the external world.""",Optics,2012-01-31 19:00:06 UTC,"Book I, Chapter i"
5642,"",Reading in Google Books ,2012-01-31 19:05:09 UTC,"Modern Philosophers, as well as the Peripatetics and Epicureans of old, have conceived, that external objects cannot be the immediate objects of our thought; that there must be some image of them in the mind itself, in which, as in a mirror, they are seen. And the name idea, in the philosophical sense of it, is given to those internal and immediate objects of our thoughts. The external thing is the remote or mediate object; but the idea, or image of that object in the mind, is the immediate object, without which we could have no perception, no remembrance, no conception of the mediate object.
(I.i.10, 26)",,19569,"","""Modern Philosophers, as well as the Peripatetics and Epicureans of old, have conceived, that external objects cannot be the immediate objects of our thought; that there must be some image of them in the mind itself, in which, as in a mirror, they are seen.""",Optics,2012-01-31 19:05:09 UTC,"Book I, Chapter i"
5657,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-26 14:08:32 UTC,"Dr Johnson had for many years given me hopes that we should go together, and visit the Hebrides. Martin's Account of those islands had impressed us with a notion that we might there contemplate a system of life almost totally different from what we had been accustomed to see; and, to find simplicity and wildness, and all the circumstances of remote time or place, so near to our native great island, was an object within the reach of reasonable curiosity. Dr Johnson has said in his Journey, 'that he scarcely remembered how the wish to visit the Hebrides was excited'; but he told me, in summer, 1763, that his father put Martin's Account into his hands when he was very young, and that he was much pleased with it. We reckoned there would be some inconveniencies and hardships, and perhaps a little danger; but these we were persuaded were magnified in the imagination of every body. When I was at Ferney, in 1764, I mentioned our design to Voltaire. He looked at me, as if I had talked of going to the North Pole, and said, 'You do not insist on my accompanying you?' 'No, sir.' 'Then I am very willing you should go.' I was not afraid that our curious expedition would be prevented by such apprehensions; but I doubted that it would not be possible to prevail on Dr Johnson to relinquish, for some time, the felicity of a London life, which, to a man who can enjoy it with full intellectual relish, is apt to make existence in any narrower sphere seem insipid or irksome. I doubted that he would not be willing to come down from his elevated state of philosophical dignity; from a superiority of wisdom among the wise, and of learning among the learned; and from flashing his wit upon minds bright enough to reflect it.
(p. 161)",,21128,"","""I doubted that he would not be willing to come down from his elevated state of philosophical dignity; from a superiority of wisdom among the wise, and of learning among the learned; and from flashing his wit upon minds bright enough to reflect it.""","",2013-06-26 14:08:32 UTC,""
5767,"",Reading; text from ECCO-TCP,2014-07-31 18:45:12 UTC,"When we were at tea and coffee, there came in Lord Trimblestown, in whose family was an ancient Irish peerage, but it suffered by taking the generous side in the troubles of the last century. He was a man of pleasing conversation, and was accompanied by a young gentleman, his son.
I mentioned that I had in my possession the Life of Sir Robert Sibbald, the celebrated Scottish antiquary, and founder of the Royal College of Physicians at Edinburgh, in the original manuscript in his own hand-writing; and Page 189 that it was I believed the most natural and candid account of himself that ever was given by any man. As an instance, he tells that the Duke of Perth, then Chancellor of Scotland, pressed him very much to come over to the Roman-Catholick Faith; that he resisted all his Grace's arguments for a considerable time, till one day he felt himself as it were instantaneously convinced, and with tears in his eyes ran into the Duke's arms, and embraced the ancient religion; that he continued very steady in it for some time, and accompanied his Grace to London one winter, and lived in his household; that there he found the rigid fasting prescribed by the church very severe upon him; that this disposed him to reconsider the controversy, and having then seen that he was in the wrong, he returned to Protestantism. I talked of some time or other publishing this curious life. MRS. THRALE. ""I think you had as well let alone that publication. To discover such weakness exposes a man when he is gone."" JOHNSON. ""Nay, it is an honest picture of human nature. How often are the primary motives of our greatest actions as small as Sibbald's, for his re-conversion."" MRS. THRALE. ""But may they not as well be forgotten?"" JOHNSON. ""No, Madam, a man loves to review his own mind. That is the use of a diary, or journal."" LORD TRIMBLESTOWN. ""True, Sir. As the ladies love to see themselves in a glass; so a man likes to see himself in his journal."" BOSWELL. ""A very pretty allusion."" JOHNSON. ""Yes, indeed."" BOSWELL. ""And as a lady adjusts her dress before a mirror, a man adjusts his character by looking at his journal."" I next year found the very same thought in Atterbury's ""Sermon on Lady Cutts."" ""In this glass she every day dressed her mind."" This is a proof of coincidence, and not of plagiarism; for I had never read that sermon before.
(II, pp. 188-189)",,24377,"","""LORD TRIMBLESTOWN. 'True, Sir. As the ladies love to see themselves in a glass; so a man likes to see himself in his journal.' ... BOSWELL. ""And as a lady adjusts her dress before a mirror, a man adjusts his character by looking at his journal.'""",Mirror,2014-07-31 18:45:24 UTC,""