work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3866,"",Reading,2003-09-06 00:00:00 UTC,"Let us then suppose the Mind to be, as we say, white Paper, void of all Characters, without any Ideas; How comes it to be furnished? Whence comes that vast store, which the busy and boundless Fancy of Man has painted on it, with an almost endless variety? Whence has it all the materials of Reason and Knowledge? To this I answer, in one word, From Experience: In that, all our Knowledge is founded: and from that it ultimately derives it self. Our Observation employ'd either about external, sensible Objects; or about the internal Operations of our Minds, perceived and reflected on by our selves, is that, which supplies our Understandings with all the materials of thinking. These two are the Fountains of Knowledge, from whence the Ideas we have, or can naturally have, do spring.
(II.i.2)",2005-10-10,9943,•I am not (but perhaps I should) including the metaphor of the fountain. Did so (10/10/2005),"""Whence comes that vast store, which the busy and boundless Fancy of Man has painted on it, with an almost endless variety?""","",2013-09-06 13:39:13 UTC,II.i.2
3866,Interiority,"Reading.Found again searching in Past Masters. See also Marjorie Nicholson's Newton Demands the Muse (Princeton: Princeton UP, 1946), 144-145; found again reading M.H. Abrams, The Mirror and the Lamp: Romantic Theory and the Critical Tradition (London: Oxford UP, 1953), 57. Also, Joanna Picciotto, Labors of Innocence in Early Modern England (Cambridge: Harvard UP, 2010), 261; Sean Silver, The Mind is a Collection: Case Studies in Eighteenth-Century Thought (Philadelphia: Penn Press, 2015), 31, 56, 58, 63.",2006-04-16 00:00:00 UTC,"I pretend not to teach, but to enquire, and therefore cannot but confess here again, that external and internal sensation are the only passages I can find of knowledge to the understanding. These alone, as far as I can discover, are the windows by which light is let into this dark room: For methinks the understanding is not much unlike a closet wholly shut from light, with only some little openings left, to let in external visible resemblances, or ideas of things without: Would the pictures coming into such a dark room but stay there, and lie so orderly as to be found upon occasion, it would very much resemble the understanding of a man, in reference to all objects of sight, and the ideas of them.
(II.xi.17)",2004-11-08,10012,"","""Would the pictures coming into such a dark room but stay there, and lie so orderly as to be found upon occasion, it would very much resemble the understanding of a man, in reference to all objects of sight, and the ideas of them""",Rooms,2020-02-01 22:05:39 UTC,II.xi.17
4200,Inner and Outer,"",2004-11-08 00:00:00 UTC,"This Contradiction in the Frame of Man is the Reason that the Theory of Virtue is so well understood, and the Practice of it so rarely to be met with. If you ask me where to look for those beautiful shining Qualities of Prime Ministers, and the great Favourites of Princes that are so finely painted in Dedications, Addresses, Epitaphs, Funeral Sermons and Inscriptions, I answer There, and no where else. Where would you look for the Excellency of a Statue, but in that Part which you see of it? 'Tis the Polish'd Outside only that has the Skill and Labour of the Sculptor to boast of; what's out of sight is untouch'd. Would you break the Head or cut open the Breast to look for the Brains or the Heart, you'd only shew your Ignorance, and destroy the Workmanship. This has often made me compare the Virtues of great Men to your large China Jars: they make a fine Shew, and are Ornamental even to a Chimney; one would by the Bulk they appear in, and the Value that is set upon 'em, think they might be very useful, but look into a thousand of them, and you'll find nothing in them but Dust and Cobwebs.
(168)",2011-11-24,10899,"","""This has often made me compare the Virtues of great Men to your large China Jars: they make a fine Shew, and are Ornamental even to a Chimney; one would by the Bulk they appear in, and the Value that is set upon 'em, think they might be very useful, but look into a thousand of them, and you'll find nothing in them but Dust and Cobwebs.""","",2011-11-24 19:21:40 UTC,Remark O.
7365,"",Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 19:54:53 UTC,"""Dear enthusiastic creature,"" whispered Henry, ""how you steal into my soul."" She still continued. ""The same turn of mind which leads me to adore the Author of all Perfection--which leads me to conclude that he only can fill my soul; forces me to admire the faint image--the shadows of his attributes here below; and my imagination gives still bolder strokes to them. I know I am in some degree under the influence of a delusion--but does not this strong delusion prove that I myself 'am of subtiler essence than the trodden clod:' these flights of the imagination point to futurity; I cannot banish them. Every cause in nature produces an effect; and am I an exception to the general rule? have I desires implanted in me only to make me miserable? will they never be gratified? shall I never be happy? My feelings do not accord with the notion of solitary happiness. In a state of bliss, it will be the society of beings we can love, without the alloy that earthly infirmities mix with our best affections, that will constitute great part of our happiness.
(pp. 108-9)",,20049,"","""The same turn of mind which leads me to adore the Author of all Perfection--which leads me to conclude that he only can fill my soul; forces me to admire the faint image--the shadows of his attributes here below; and my imagination gives still bolder strokes to them.""","",2013-03-23 19:58:50 UTC,Chapter XVIII
7550,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:45:58 UTC,"CALISTA.
Because my Soul was rudely drawn from yours;
A poor imperfect Copy of my Father,
Where Goodness, and the strength of manly Virtue,
Was thinly planted, and the idle Void
Fill'd up with light Belief, and easie Fondness;
It was, because I lov'd, and was a Woman.
(V.i, p. 54)",,21882,"","""Because my Soul was rudely drawn from yours; / A poor imperfect Copy of my Father, / Where Goodness, and the strength of manly Virtue, / Was thinly planted, and the idle Void / Fill'd up with light Belief, and easie Fondness; / It was, because I lov'd, and was a Woman.""","",2013-07-18 21:45:58 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:36:32 UTC,"RODOGUNE.
Why do I stay,
Why linger thus within this hated Place,
Where ev'ry Object shocks my loathing Eyes,
And calls my injur'd Glory to Remembrance?
The King!--the Wretch; but wherefore did I name him?
Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought,
Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self;
Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art,
And paint some pleasing Image to delight me.
Let Beauty mix with Majesty and Youth,
Let manly Grace be temper'd well with Softness;
Let Love, the God himself, adorn the Work,
And I will call the charming Fantome, Aribert.
Oh Venus!--whither--whither would I wander?
Be husht, my Tongue--ye Gods!--'tis he himself.--
(III.i, p. 27)",,22020,"","""Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought, / Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self; / Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art, / And paint some pleasing Image to delight me.""","",2013-07-25 03:36:32 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
7694,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-09-28 19:44:48 UTC,"VII. If our recollection or imagination be not a repetition of animal movements, I ask, in my turn, What is it? You tell me it consists of images or pictures of things. Where is this extensive canvas hung up? or where are the numerous receptacles in which those are deposited? or to what else in the animal system have they any similitude?
That pleasing picture of objects, represented in miniature on the retina of the eye, seems to have given rise to this illusive oratory! It was forgot that this representation belongs rather to the laws of light, than to those of life; and may with equal elegance be seen in the camera obscura as in the eye; and that the picture vanishes for ever, when the object is withdrawn.
(p. 29)",,22873,"","""If our recollection or imagination be not a repetition of animal movements, I ask, in my turn, What is it? You tell me it consists of images or pictures of things. Where is this extensive canvas hung up? or where are the numerous receptacles in which those are deposited? or to what else in the animal system have they any similitude?""","",2013-09-28 19:44:48 UTC,""