text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Of gentle manners, and of taste refined,
With all the graces of a polished mind;
Clear sense and truth still shone in all she spoke,
And from her lips no idle sentence broke.
Each nicer elegance of art she knew;
Correctly fair, and regularly true.
Her ready fingers plied with equal skill
The pencil's task, the needle, or the quill;
So poised her feelings, so composed her soul,
So subject all to reason's calm controul,--
One only passion, strong and unconfined,
Disturbed the balance of her even mind:
One passion ruled despotic in her breast,
In every word, and look, and thought confest:--
But that was love; and love delights to bless
The generous transports of a fond excess.
(ll. ??)",2013-09-27 20:37:43 UTC,"""One passion ruled despotic in her breast, / In every word, and look, and thought confest.""",2004-01-02 00:00:00 UTC,"",Ruling Passion,,"",•REVISIT and find citation ,HDIS (Poetry),16544,6245
"But O, the swiftly shortening day!
Low in the west the sinking ray!
With rapid pace advancing still
""The morning hoar, the evening chill,""
The falling leaf, the fading year,
And Winter ambushed in the rear!
Thus, when the fervid Passions cool,
And Judgement, late, begins to rule;
When Reason mounts her throne serene,
And social Friendship gilds the scene;
When man, of ripened powers possest,
Broods o'er the treasures of his breast;
Exults, in conscious worth elate,
Lord of himself--almost of fate;
Then, then declines the' unsteady flame,
Disease, slow mining, saps the frame;
Cold damps of age around are shed,
That chill the heart, and cloud the head.
The failing spirits prompt no more,
The curtain drops, life's day is o'er.",2014-03-08 18:06:13 UTC,"""Thus, when the fervid Passions cool, / And Judgement, late, begins to rule; / When Reason mounts her throne serene, / And social Friendship gilds the scene; / When man, of ripened powers possest, / Broods o'er the treasures of his breast; / Exults, in conscious worth elate, / Lord of himself--almost of fate; / Then, then declines the' unsteady flame, / Disease, slow mining, saps the frame; / Cold damps of age around are shed, / That chill the heart, and cloud the head.""",2004-01-03 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Coinage and Empire,"",HDIS (Poetry),16552,6251
"There are a multitude of causes that will produce a miscarriage of this sort, where the richest soil, impregnated with the choicest seeds of learning and observation, shall entirely fail to present us with such a crop as might rationally have been anticipated. Many such men waste their lives in indolence and irresolution. They attempt many things, sketch out plans, which, if properly filled up, might illustrate the literature of a nation, and extend the empire of the human mind, but which yet they desert as soon as begun, affording us the promise of a beautiful day, that, ere it is noon, is enveloped in darkest tempests and the clouds of midnight. They skim away from one flower in the parterre of literature to another, like the bee, without, like the bee, gathering sweetness from each, to increase the public stock, and enrich the magazine of thought. The cause of this phenomenon is an unsteadiness, ever seduced by the newness of appearances, and never settling with firmness and determination upon what had been chosen.
(p. 62)",2009-09-14 19:47:24 UTC,"""They attempt many things, sketch out plans, which, if properly filled up, might illustrate the literature of a nation, and extend the empire of the human mind, but which yet they desert as soon as begun, affording us the promise of a beautiful day, that, ere it is noon, is enveloped in darkest tempests and the clouds of midnight""",2005-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,Essay III. Of Intellectual Abortion,"",,Empire,"","Searching ""mind"" at Electronic Text Center at UVA Library",16600,6270
"Just expressions of passion and nature are sure, after a little time, to gain public applause, which they maintain for ever. Aristotle and Plato and Epicurus and Descartes may successively yield to each other: but Terence and Virgil maintain an universal, undisputed empire over the minds of men. The abstract philosophy of Cicero has lost its credit: the vehemence of his oratory is still the object of our admiration.""
(p. 72)",2009-09-14 19:47:25 UTC,"""Terence and Virgil maintain an universal, undisputed empire over the minds of men. """,2005-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,Essay IV. Of the Durability of Human Achievements and Productions,"",,Empire,"","Searching ""mind"" at Electronic Text Center at UVA Library",16605,6270
"O, that the wise from their bright minds would kindle
Such lamps within the dome of this dim world,
That the pale name of PRIEST might shrink and dwindle
Into the hell from which it first was hurled,
A scoff of impious pride from fiends impure;
Till human thoughts might kneel alone,
Each before the judgement-throne
Of its own aweless soul, or of the power unknown!
Oh, that the words which make the thoughts obscure
From which they spring, as clouds of glimmering dew
From a white lake blot Heaven's blue portraiture,
Were stripped of their thin masks and various hue
And frowns and smiles and splendours not their own,
Till in the nakedness of false and true
They stand before their Lord, each to receive its due!
(ll. 226-240)",2010-02-05 00:23:32 UTC,"""O, that the wise from their bright minds would kindle / Such lamps within the dome of this dim world, / That the pale name of PRIEST might shrink and dwindle / Into the hell from which it first was hurled, / A scoff of impious pride from fiends impure; / Till human thoughts might kneel alone, / Each before the judgement-throne / Of its own aweless soul, or of the power unknown!""",2010-02-05 00:23:32 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,17703,6679
"Ah! when will the yoke of Custom--Custom, the blind tyrant, of which all the other tyrants make their slave--ah! when will that misery-perpetuating yoke be shaken off?--when, when will Reason be seated on her throne?
(§13, p. 495)",2010-06-23 22:29:28 UTC,"""Ah! when will the yoke of Custom--Custom, the blind tyrant, of which all the other tyrants make their slave--ah! when will that misery-perpetuating yoke be shaken off?--when, when will Reason be seated on her throne?""",2010-06-23 22:29:28 UTC,"","",,Throne,"","Reading J. C. D. Clark's English society, 1660-1832, p. 159.",17903,6728
"PROMETHEUS
Pity the self-despising slaves of Heaven,
Not me, within whose mind sits peace serene,
As light in the sun, throned: how vain is talk!
Call up the fiends.
(I, ll. 429-32)",2011-10-25 21:04:11 UTC,"""Pity the self-despising slaves of Heaven, / Not me, within whose mind sits peace serene, / As light in the sun, throned.""",2011-10-25 21:04:11 UTC,Act I,"",,"","",Reading,19290,7120
"PROMETHEUS
Why, ye are thus now;
Yet am I king over myself, and rule
The torturing and conflicting throngs within,
As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous.
(I, ll. 491-2)",2011-10-25 21:10:31 UTC,"""Yet am I king over myself, and rule / The torturing and conflicting throngs within, / As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous.""",2011-10-25 21:10:31 UTC,Act I,"",,"","",Reading,19292,7120
"The attention will be more profitably employed in attempting to discover and expose the paralogisms, by the magic of which such a faith could find admission into minds framed for a nobler creed. These, it appears to me, may be all reduced to one sophism as their common genus; the mistaking the conditions of a thing for its causes and essence; and the process, by which we arrive at the knowledge of a faculty, for the faculty itself. The air I breathe is the condition of my life, not its cause. We could never have learned that we had eyes but by the process of seeing; yet having seen we know that the eyes must have pre-existed in order to render the process of sight possible. Let us cross-examine Hartley's scheme under the guidance of this distinction; and we shall discover, that contemporaneity, (Leibnitz's Lex Continui) is the limit and condition of the laws of mind, itself being rather a law of matter, at least of phaenomena considered as material. At the utmost, it is to thought the same, as the law of gravitation is to loco-motion. In every voluntary movement we first counteract gravitation, in order to avail ourselves of it. It must exist, that there may be a something to be counteracted, and which, by its re-action, may aid the force that is exerted to resist it. Let us consider what we do when we leap. We first resist the gravitating power by an act purely voluntary, and then by another act, voluntary in part, we yield to it in order to alight on the spot, which we had previously proposed to ourselves. Now let a man watch his mind while he is composing; or, to take a still more common case, while he is trying to recollect a name; and he will find the process completely analogous. Most of my readers will have observed a small water-insect on the surface of rivulets, which throws a cinque-spotted shadow fringed with prismatic colours on the sunny bottom of the brook; and will have noticed, how the little animal wins its way up against the stream, by alternate pulses of active and passive motion, now resisting the current, and now yielding to it in order to gather strength and a momentary fulcrum for a further propulsion. This is no unapt emblem of the mind's self-experience in the act of thinking. There are evidently two powers at work, which relatively to each other are active and passive; and this is not possible without an intermediate faculty, which is at once both active and passive. In philosophical language, we must denominate this intermediate faculty in all its degrees and determinations, the IMAGINATION. But, in common language, and especially on the subject of poetry, we appropriate the name to a superior degree of the faculty, joined to a superior voluntary controul over it.
(I, 123-5)",2011-12-01 22:45:17 UTC,"""Let us cross-examine Hartley's scheme under the guidance of this distinction; and we shall discover, that contemporaneity, (Leibnitz's Lex Continui) is the limit and condition of the laws of mind, itself being rather a law of matter, at least of phaenomena considered as material. At the utmost, it is to thought the same, as the law of gravitation is to loco-motion.""",2011-12-01 22:45:17 UTC,Chapter 7,"",,"","",Reading,19344,6202
"Come from thy wildly-winding stream,
First-born of Genius, Shakspeare , come!
The listening World attends thy theme,
And bids each elder Bard be dumb:
For thou, within the human Mind
Fix'd, as on thy peculiar throne,
Sitt'st like a Deity inshrined;
And either Muse is all thine own!
(pp. 85-6, ll. 13-20)",2013-10-02 19:23:28 UTC,"""For thou, within the human Mind / Fix'd, as on thy peculiar throne, / Sitt'st like a Deity inshrined; / And either Muse is all thine own!""",2013-10-02 19:23:28 UTC,"","",,"",Collected in 1804 by George Huddesford. ,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),22910,6262