work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4671,"","Reading Janet E. Aikins ""Pamela's Use of Locke's Words."" SECC Vol. 25 (p. 86-7)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"O my dear Mr. B. by your Help and Countenance, what may I not be able to teach them! and how may I prepare the Way for a Tutor's Instructions, and give them up Minds half cultivated to their Hands! ---And all this time improve myself too, not only in Science, but in Nature, by tracing in the little Babes what all Mankind are, and have been, from Infancy to riper Years, and watching the sweet Dawnings of Reason, and delighting in every bright Emanation of that Ray of Divinity lent to the human Mind, for great and happy Purposes, when rightly pointed and directed!",,12328,"•Aikins picks this out as a paper metaphor: ""Pamela's metaphor of 'tracing' in her little Babes, as if they were blank sheets of paper at birth, finds further extension in her discussion of the education which Miss Goodwin, B.'s illegitimate daughter, will receive under her tutelage"" (86-7).","""And all this time improve myself too, not only in Science, but in Nature, by tracing in the little Babes what all Mankind are, and have been, from Infancy to riper Years""","",2009-09-14 19:36:51 UTC,"Vol. 4, Letter 54"
4743,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-03-10 00:00:00 UTC,"As soon as they were entered he threw the door, as if by accident, which having a spring lock, immediately was made fast. --She either did not, or seemed not to regard what he had done; but casting her eyes round the room, and seeing nothing of what he had mentioned,--Where is this drawing? cried she. In my heart, adorable Mattakesa, answered he, falling at her feet at the same time:--it is not the city of Petersburg, but the charming image of its brightest ornament, that the god of love has engraven on my heart in characters too indelible ever to be erased:--from the first moment I beheld those eyes my soul has been on fire, and I must have consumed with inward burnings had I not revealed my flame:-- pardon, continued he, the boldness of a passion which knows no bounds; and tho' I may not be so worthy of your love as the too happy Horatio, I am certainly not less deserving of your pity.",,12557,•Is this a Writing or a Visual Arts metaphor? I've included twice.
•C-H has archived the second edition.
,"""[T]he charming image of a city's brightest ornament"" may be engraven on the heart by ""the god of love ... in characters too indelible ever to be erased""","",2009-09-14 19:37:07 UTC,Chapter 20
4793,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Prose Fiction)",2005-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"I was mightily pleased to find this unfortunate woman under such a decent appearance, professed my joy at seeing her well, and desired to know where I should have the pleasure of her conversation. She was as heartily rejoiced at the apparent easiness of my fortune, and gave me to know that she, as yet, had no habitation that she could properly call her own; but would wait on me at any place I would please to appoint--Understanding that she was disengaged for the present, I shewed her the way to my own lodgings, where, after a very affectionate salutation, she informed me of her being very happy in the service of a young lady, to whom she was recommended by a former mistress deceased, into whose family she had introduced herself by the honest deceit she had concerted, while she lived with me in the garret at London--She then expressed a vehement desire to be acquainted with the vicissitudes of my life since we parted, and ascribed her curiosity to the concern she had for my interest--I forthwith gratified her request, and when I described my situation in Sussex, perceived her to attend to my story with particular eagerness. She interrupted me when I had finished that period, with ""good God! is it possible,""--and then begged I would be so good as to continue my relation; which I did as briefly as I could, burning with impatience to know the cause of her surprize, about which I had already formed a very interesting conjecture-- Having therefore brought my adventures down to the present day, she seemed very much affected with the different circumstances of my fortune; and saying with a smile, she believed my distresses were now at a period, proceeded to inform me, that the lady whom she served was no other than the charming Narcissa, who had honoured her with her confidence for some time,--that in consequence of that trust, she had often repeated the story of John Brown, with great admiration and regard; that she loved to dwell upon the particulars of his character, and did not scruple to own a tender approbation of his flame--I became delirious with this piece of intelligence, strained Miss Williams in my embrace, called her the angel of my happiness, and acted such extravagancies, that she would have been convinced of my sincerity, had not my honour been clear enough to her before--As soon as I was in a condition to yield attention, she described the present situation of her mistress, who had no sooner come home the night before, than she closeted her, and in a rapture of joy, gave her to know that she had seen me at the ball, where I appeared in the character which she always thought my due, with such advantage of transformation, that unless my image had been engraven on her heart, it would have been impossible to know me for the person who had worn her aunt's livery;--that by the language of my eyes, she was assured of the continuance of my passion for her, and consequently of my being unengaged to any other; and that though she did not doubt, I would speedily fall upon some method of being introduced, she was so impatient to hear of me, that she (Miss Williams) had been sent abroad this very morning, on purpose to learn tidings of the name and character I at present bore. --My bosom
had been hitherto a stranger to such a flood of joy as now rushed upon it: My faculties were overborn by the tide: It was some time, before I could open my mouth; and much longer 'ere I could utter a coherent sentence--At length, I fervently requested her to lead me immediately to the object of my adoration: but she resisted my importunity, and explained the danger of such premature conduct--""How favourable soever (said she) my lady's inclination towards you may be, this you may depend upon, that she will not commit the smallest trespass on decorum, either in disclosing her own, or in receiving a declaration of your passion: and altho' the great veneration I have for you, has prompted me to reveal what she communicated to me in confidence, I know so well the severity of her sentiments with respect to the punctilios of her sex, that, if she should learn the least surmise of it, she would not only dismiss me as a wretch unworthy of her benevolence, but also for ever shun the efforts of your love""--I assented to the justness of her remonstrance, and desired she would assist me with her advice and direction: upon which, it was concerted between us, that for the present, I should be contented with her telling Narcissa that in the course of her inquiries, she could only learn my name: and that if in a day or two, I could fall upon no other method of being made acquainted, she would deliver a letter from me, on pretence of consulting her happiness; and say that I met her in the streets, and bribed her to that piece of service. --Matters being thus adjusted, I kept my old acquaintance to breakfast, and learned from her conversation, that my rival Sir Timothy had drunk himself into an apoplexy, of which he died five months ago, that the savage was still unmarried, and that his aunt had been seized with a whim which he little expected, and chosen the school-master of the parish for her lord and husband: but matrimony not agreeing with her constitution, she had been hectick and dropsical a good while, and was now at Bath in order to drink the waters for the recovery of her health; that her niece had accompanied her thither at her request, and attended her with the same affection as before, notwithstanding the faux pas she had committed: and that her nephew who had been exasperated at the loss of her fortune, did not give his attendance out of good will, but purely to have an eye on his sister, lest she should likewise throw herself away, without his consent or approbation. --Having enjoyed ourselves in this manner, and made an assignation to meet next day at a certain place, Miss Williams took her leave; and Strap's looks being very inquisitive about the nature of the communication subsisting between us, I made him acquainted with the whole affair, to his great astonishment and satisfaction.
(pp 209-12)",,12758,
,"""[U]nless my image had been engraven on her heart, it would have been impossible to know me for the person who had worn her aunt's livery""","",2009-09-14 19:37:21 UTC,"Vol. 2, Chap. 55"
4862,"","Searching ""fancy"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-06-02 00:00:00 UTC,"Aurora had been dancing one Night at a Ridotta with her beloved Peer, and retired home late to her Lodgings, with [Page 165] that Vivacity in her Looks, and Transport in her Thoughts, which Love and Pleasure always inspire. Animated with delightful Presages of future Happiness, she sat herself down in a Chair, to recollect the Conversation that had passed between them. After this, she went to bed and abandoned herself to the purest Slumbers. She slept longer than usual the next Morning, and it seemed as if some golden Dream was pictured in her Fancy; for her Cheek glowed with unusual Beauty, and her Voice spontaneously pronounced,My Lord, I am wholly yours . --While her Imagination was presenting her with these delicious Ideas, little Pompey, who heard the Sound, and thought she over-slept herself, leaped eagerly upon the Bed, and waked her with his Barking. She darted a most enraged Look at him for interrupting her Dream, and could never be prevailed upon to see him afterwards; but disposed of him the next Morning to her Milliner, who attended her with a new Head-dress.
(pp. 164-5)",,13016,"","""She slept longer than usual the next Morning, and it seemed as if some golden Dream was pictured in her Fancy""","",2009-09-14 19:37:39 UTC,"Book 2, Chap. 4"
7445,"","Searching ""mind"" In Google Books",2013-06-16 19:24:03 UTC,"Lealdus's Story was for some Time the Subject of general Conversation; mean while, as the Ship cut through the Waves with a fair Wind, they spy'd a Squadron steering to the Levant. It was in vain for them to think of escaping with their Vessel. A Boat was sent off from the Squadron to take an Account of 'em, and they were oblig'd to strike the Flag. This happen'd to be the Algier Fleet that was bound to Candy for executing the Grand Seignior's Orders, which Amurath, his Envoy, brought to the several Powers of Barbary. Amurath himself was also in the Fleet, and and hearing that the Tunis Vessel was commanded by the Renegado Dragut, and that he had some young Men on board arm'd, and three Women, one of them an admirable Beauty, he made them all come on board his Ship. He presently knew Rosalinda, whose Picture had been too deeply engrav'd in his Mind to be easily forgot. The Barbarian's Heart leap'd for Joy, but he had the Art to dissemble it. He demanded of Dragut from whence he came, and what Business he had in those Seas? Dragut told him that he came from Tunis the Night before; that he was going by the Dey's Orders to cruize upon the Coasts of the Christian Powers, to observe their Motions in the present Prospect of War, and that his Master had commanded him to join him in two Months, and sooner, if possible, before Candy.
(pp. 190-1)",,20776,"","""Amurath himself was also in the Fleet, and and hearing that the Tunis Vessel was commanded by the Renegado Dragut, and that he had some young Men on board arm'd, and three Women, one of them an admirable Beauty, he made them all come on board his Ship. He presently knew Rosalinda, whose Picture had been too deeply engrav'd in his Mind to be easily forgot.""",Writing,2013-06-16 19:25:43 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-18 21:01:45 UTC,"What shou'd I tell you of his Soul, since his Body is the very Picture on't, and if you know one, you can't miss o' t'other among a thousand: 'Tis like Gresham-Colledge, or the Anatomy-School at Leyden, hung round with a thousand Knick-knacks that rambled thither, some of 'em half the World over--But what pains he takes to show 'em all, and does it with as much Decorum and gravity as the old Fellow used to show the Tombs at Westminster; so that in his own words, his ill Luck lies not so much in being a Fool, as in being put to such Pain to express it to the World--But shou'd the Frollick go round, and all the World write a Book of their Lives and Rambles, as he has done, he'll ask one civil Question--Who wou'd be Fool then? To summe up all his Character in two Words, He is--
(pp. 19-20)",,20955,"",""What shou'd I tell you of his Soul, since his Body is the very Picture on't, and if you know one, you can't miss o' t'other among a thousand: 'Tis like Gresham-Colledge, or the Anatomy-School at Leyden, hung round with a thousand Knick-knacks that rambled thither, some of 'em half the World over.""","",2013-06-18 21:01:45 UTC,""
4040,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-21 16:09:15 UTC,"There are Men of Sense as well as Wit, who think differently of every thing. Those who are endow'd with a fine and delicate manner of discerning, conceive those things under nice Ideas to be the same as they really are: Wits of a narrower Size generally conceive but the superficial Part of Objects. Subtle Wits define too much, and evaporate all their Conceptions into vain Imaginations. The difference which is observable in these arises from the Disposition of the Organs Diversity of the Fibres of the Brain, and the Substance wherewith it is fill'd. It is not to be doubted but that these things, altho' purely material, contribute to the Beauty and Nicety of Wit, because the Soul, when it is enclos'd in the Body, depends on the Organs, and those, when well dispos'd, are of much greater Aid to it in the performance of its Duty. Suppose a Painter be never so expert, he must have a Pencil for his Purpose when he has aim'd to draw fine and delicate Lines.
(II< pp. 124-5)",,21103,"","""It is not to be doubted but that these things, altho' purely material, contribute to the Beauty and Nicety of Wit, because the Soul, when it is enclos'd in the Body, depends on the Organs, and those, when well dispos'd, are of much greater Aid to it in the performance of its Duty. Suppose a Painter be never so expert, he must have a Pencil for his Purpose when he has aim'd to draw fine and delicate Lines.""","",2013-06-21 16:09:15 UTC,""
7497,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 14:42:47 UTC,"My Lord, said that charming Maid, were I to behold a Man Masculine, yet Beautiful, Great, yet truly Brave; A Prince whose Virtues, brighter than his Diadems, appear; one more glorious than boundless Fancy can to the thinking Mind depaint; and, not convinc'd by signal proofs, his heart inclin'd, his passion forc't him to my feet: I might gaze on such a Master-piece; but my Eyes should let him no farther in: He never shou'd disturb my Mind. You may, reply'd the Prince, love wheresoe'er you look; nor need to fear they'll not sigh for you; at least, if I may judge the Soul of others by my own. Lovisa took this for raillery, and pleasantly return'd, such Hearts as yours will be most glorious Trophies, and I shall grow exceeding proud, but that, to humble me, I know Prince Emilius's way, and my own Imperfections.
(pp. 128-9)",,21344,"","""My Lord, said that charming Maid, were I to behold a Man Masculine, yet Beautiful, Great, yet truly Brave; A Prince whose Virtues, brighter than his Diadems, appear; one more glorious than boundless Fancy can to the thinking Mind depaint; and, not convinc'd by signal proofs, his heart inclin'd, his passion forc't him to my feet: I might gaze on such a Master-piece; but my Eyes should let him no farther in: He never shou'd disturb my Mind.""","",2013-07-01 14:42:47 UTC,""
7687,"",Searching at WWO,2013-09-23 20:43:11 UTC,"All seem'd deaf to her Entreaties, and her Misfortune certain and irremedible. Horror and wild Astonishment now seiz'd every Faculty; she stood motionless, and even bereft of Thought for some Moments; but cruel Recollection soon bringing to her mind the Value of what she had been deprived of, the Manner of her Loss, and the Mischiefs which were to ensue, an adequate Despair succeeded: Philosophy was incapable of affording her any Relief, and all her Reason served only to paint the Unhappiness of her Condition in the stronger Colours. With her Lamentations she could not restrain herself from mingling Repinings: Since so much depended on the keeping that fatal Jewel, said she, why was it intrusted to one of my weak Sex? Why was it not rather enclos'd in a brazen Tower, guarded by fiery Dragons, and inaccessible to all the Efforts of Man, or Beast, or Fiend? -- Why did not the divine Aiou protect his Workmanship? — Why suffer so silly, so inconsiderable an Animal, to prophane the hallowed Relique? -- Or why, continued she, in the bitterest Anguish of Soul, did he at all make what he foresaw the Fates were resolute to destroy? — And why, O why, was it ordain'd, that the Blessings of fifteen hundred Years must end in me? —— Why am I alone, of my whole Race, born to feel and give Calamity, who am the least able to sustain it in my self, or afford Relief to others?
",,22822,"","""Philosophy was incapable of affording her any Relief, and all her Reason served only to paint the Unhappiness of her Condition in the stronger Colours.""","",2013-09-23 20:43:11 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:19:05 UTC,"It is said that patience is a cure for all distempers, but it sours mine instead of sweetening it. Although your picture be deeply engraven in my heart, my eyes desire constantly to see the original; and they will lose their light if they be any considerable time deprived of it. May I flatter myself that yours have the same impatience to see me? Yes, I can; their tender glances discovered it to me. How happy, prince, should you and Schemselnihar both be, if our agreeable desires were not crossed by invincible obstacles, which afflict me as sensibly as they do you.
(I, 162; cf. V, 109-10 in ECCO; p. 326 in Mack's ed.)",,24058,"","""Although your picture be deeply engraven in my heart, my eyes desire constantly to see the original; and they will lose their light if they be any considerable time deprived of it.""",Impressions,2014-06-20 16:19:05 UTC,""