work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5618,"","Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"So charm the News; but we, who far from town
Wait till the postman brings the packet down,
Once in the week, a vacant day behold,
And stay for tidings, till they're three days old:
That day arrives; no welcome post appears,
But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears:
We meet, but ah! without our wonted smile,
To talk of headachs, and complain of bile;
Sullen we ponder o'er a dull repast,
Nor feast the body while the mind must fast.
A master-passion is the love of news,
Not music so commands, nor so the Muse:
Give poets claret, they grow idle soon;
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune;
But the sick mind, of this disease possess'd,
Flies from all cure, and sickens when at rest.
",,15032,"",The body may feast while the mind may fast,"",2009-09-14 19:42:35 UTC,""
5638,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"While in high life our hearts the fashions steel,
Too gay to listen, and too fine to feel--
Honest John Bull--before a sturdy elf--
Now claims no right of judging for himself;
To Puffs from Theatres gives up his vote,
And kindly thinks all true--because 'tis wrote;
For when no plaudits strike our duller ear,
The papers hear a voice we cannot hear--
And when for seats no beauties disagree,
They see a croud, alas! we cannot see;
--And while you clamber o'er the empty rows,
In sweet ADVERTISEMENT--the House o'erflows!
Puff is the word: where fame is not a breath,
--How many an Actress Puff has sav'd from death!
And Actors for whom Mutes were full enough,
Have risen Alexanders--from a Puff!
While generous paragraphs all-lavish give
Sums Total, which our Treasurers ne'er receive.",,15073,"","""While in high life our hearts the fashions steel, / Too gay to listen, and too fine to feel--""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:42:42 UTC,Back Matter
5638,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""horse"" in HDIS (Drama)",2012-07-05 16:58:36 UTC,"JACK.
Don't be frighten'd, Mrs. Phoebe! you have nothing to fear: I have seen my error, and thoroughly repent of it.
PHOEBE.
'Tis well you have, Sir.
JACK.
Very true, 'tis a happy reformation-- but who can command himself at all times, Mrs. Phoebe? Where's the man that can do it? I was surpriz'd, taken unawares, passion ran away with me like an unbroke horse: but I have got him under now; I can govern him with a twine of thread.
PHOEBE.
'Tis well you can, Sir.
(IV)",,19872,"","""I was surpriz'd, taken unawares, passion ran away with me like an unbroke horse: but I have got him under now; I can govern him with a twine of thread.""",Beasts,2012-07-05 16:58:36 UTC,Act IV
5657,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-26 19:01:53 UTC,"However difficult it may be for men who believe in preternatural communications, in modern times, to falsify those who are of a different opinion, they may easily refute the doctrine of their opponents, who impute a belief in second sight to superstition. To entertain a visionary notion that one sees a distant or future event, may be called superstition; but the correspondence of the fact or event with such an impression on the fancy, though certainly very wonderful, if proved, has no more connection with superstition, than magnetism or electricity.
(pp. 402-3)",,21159,"","""To entertain a visionary notion that one sees a distant or future event, may be called superstition; but the correspondence of the fact or event with such an impression on the fancy, though certainly very wonderful, if proved, has no more connection with superstition, than magnetism or electricity.""",Impressions,2013-06-26 19:01:53 UTC,""
5657,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-26 19:04:08 UTC,"'Dinner being ready, he wondered that his guests were not yet come. His wonder was soon succeeded by impatience. He walked about the room in anxious agitation; sometimes he looked at his watch, sometimes he looked out at the window with an eager gaze of expectation, and revolved in his mind the various accidents of human life. His family beheld him with mute concern. ""Surely, "" said he, with a sigh, ""they will not fail me."" The mind of man can bear a certain pressure; but there is a point when it can bear no more. A rope was in his view, and he died a Roman death.'
(p. 410)",,21160,"","""The mind of man can bear a certain pressure; but there is a point when it can bear no more.""","",2013-06-26 19:04:08 UTC,""
5657,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-26 19:05:33 UTC,"I have now completed my account of our tour to the Hebrides. I have brought Dr Johnson down to Scotland, and seen him into the coach which in a few hours carried him back into England. He said to me often, that the time he spent in this tour was the pleasantest part of his life, and asked me if I would lose the recollection of it for five hundred pounds. I answered I would not; and he applauded my setting such a value on an accession of new images in my mind.
(p. 411)",,21161,"","""I answered I would not; and he applauded my setting such a value on an accession of new images in my mind.""","",2013-06-26 19:05:33 UTC,""
7568,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 13:38:37 UTC,"I would rather wish a Student, as soon as he goes abroad, to employ himself upon whatever he has been incited to, by any immediate impulse, than to go sluggishly about a prescribed task; whatever he does in such a state of mind little advantage accrues from it, as nothing sinks deep enough to leave any lasting impression behind it; and it is impossible that any thing should be well understood, or well done, that is taken into a reluctant understanding, and executed with a servile hand.
There is great advantage, and indeed it is necessary towards intellectual health, that the mind should be recreated and refreshed with a variety in our studies, that in the irksomeness of uniform pursuit we should be relieved (and if I may say deceived) as much as possible. Besides, the minds of men are so very differently constituted, that it is impossible to find one method which shall be suitable to all. It is of no use to prescribe to those who have no talents; and those who have talents will find methods for themselves, methods dictated to them by their own particular dispositions, and by the experience of their own particular necessities.
(pp. 4-5)
",,22042,"","""I would rather wish a Student, as soon as he goes abroad, to employ himself upon whatever he has been incited to, by any immediate impulse, than to go sluggishly about a prescribed task; whatever he does in such a state of mind little advantage accrues from it, as nothing sinks deep enough to leave any lasting impression behind it; and it is impossible that any thing should be well understood, or well done, that is taken into a reluctant understanding, and executed with a servile hand.""",Impressions,2013-07-25 13:38:37 UTC,""
7568,"",Reading,2013-07-25 13:43:10 UTC,"The daily food and nourishment of the mind of an Artist is found in the great works of his predecessors. There is no other way of becoming great himself. Serpens nisi Serpentem commederit non fit draco, is a remark of whimsical Natural History, which I have read, I do not recollect where; but however false as to Dragons, it is applicable enough to Artists.
(pp. 18-19)",,22043,"Translation: A serpent, if it does not devour a serpent, does not become a dragon (from Bacon).","""The daily food and nourishment of the mind of an Artist is found in the great works of his predecessors.""","",2013-07-25 13:43:10 UTC,""
5643,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,"SONG.
Fickle youth thro' the garden of beauty may range,
And from fair one to fair one inconstantly change;
Like the bee, in the bell of the cowslip repose,
Steal a kiss from the lilly, then wing to the rose:
But should Hymen once happen thesspoiler to meet,
He compels him for life to enjoy the same sweet.
Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind,
That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.
Mark the drop that distils from a cloud as it crost,
If it fall in the sea, how for ever 'tis lost:
And passion divided, like a spark will depart;
But when Hymen has six'd it, a flame lights the heart.
(I, p. 25)",,22182,"","""Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.""",Impressions,2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,Act I
5612,"",Reading,2013-11-17 17:12:25 UTC,"O, Montagu! forgive me, if I sing
Thy wisdom tempered with the milder ray
Of soft humanity, and kindness bland:
So wide its influence, that the bright beams
Reach the low vale where mists of ignorance lodge,
Strike on the innate spark which lay immersed,
Thick-clogged, and almost quenched in total night--
On me it fell, and cheered my joyless heart.
Unwelcome is the first bright dawn of light
To the dark soul; impatient, she rejects,
And fain would push the heavenly stranger back;
She loathes the cranny which admits the day;
Confused, afraid of the intruding guest;
Disturbed, unwilling to receive the beam,
Which to herself her native darkness shows.
The effort rude to quench the cheering flame
Was mine, and e'en on Stella could I gaze
With sullen envy, and admiring pride,
Till, doubly roused by Montagu, the pair
Conspire to clear my dull, imprisoned sense,
And chase the mists which dimmed my visual beam.
Oft as I trod my native wilds alone,
Strong gusts of thought would rise, but rise to die;
The portals of the swelling soul ne'er oped
By liberal converse, rude ideas strove
Awhile for vent, but found it not, and died.
Thus rust the Mind's best powers. Yon starry orbs,
Majestic ocean, flowery vales, gay groves,
Eye-wasting lawns, and heaven-attempting hills
Which bound th' horizon, and which curb the view;
All those, with beauteous imagery, awaked
My ravished soul to ecstasy untaught,
To all the transport the rapt sense can bear;
But all expired, for want of powers to speak;
All perished in the mind as soon as born,
Erased more quick than cyphers on the shore,
O'er which cruel waves, unheedful roll.
Such timid rapture as young Edwin seized,
When his lone footsteps on the Sage obtrude,
Whose noble precept charmed his wondering.
Such rapture filled Lactilla's vacant soul,
When the bright Moralist, in softness dressed,
Opes all the glories of the mental world,
Deigns to direct the infant thought, to prune
The budding sentiment, uprear the stalk
Of feeble fancy, bid idea live,
Woo the abstracted spirit form its cares,
And gently guide her to scenes of peace.
Mine was than balm, and mine the grateful heart,
Which breathes its thanks in rough, but timid strains.
(ll. 30-79, pp. 395-6)",,23223,Added. Had skipped this verse paragraph on first reading.,"""O, Montagu! forgive me, if I sing / red with the milder ray / Of soft humanity, and kindness bland: / So wide its influence, that the bright beams / Reach the low vale where mists of ignorance lodge, / Strike on the innate spark which lay immersed, / Thick-clogged, and almost quenched in total night.""","",2013-11-17 17:12:25 UTC,""