work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Painful the race! but Raimond is the prize!
Ye Beings! who, superior to humanity,
Behold, with supercilious eye, our slidings;
Oh, blame not me, thus tempted, if I yield.
Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accus'd,
Who to seductions left our minds a prey--
--Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us;
Hath hung us round with senses exquisite,
Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions,
The first to weaken, and the last to war
On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!
How dark the night! The moon hath hid her head,
As scorning with her lucid beams to gild
This murky business. Thro' umbrageous trees
The whistling Eurus speaks, in hollow murmurs;
And dismal fancy, in yon shadowy ailes,
Might conjure up an hundred phantoms.
How strong th'impression of our dawning years!
The tales of sprites and goblins, that did awe
My infancy, all rush upon my mind,
And, spite of haughty reason, make it shrink.
Who is't approaches?
(p. 40)",,23614,"","""Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!",Animals,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:38:05 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Then steel your mind, to bear the story's horror.
Call up your fortitude--
(p. 42)",,23615,"","""Then steel your mind, to bear the story's horror.""",Metal,2014-03-12 04:38:05 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:39:01 UTC,"EDITHA.
Hah, my good Lord!
You know not our deceitful, dang'rous sex!
Those minds imbued by vice, with deepest stains,
Are often mask'd in forms almost divine--
Deck'd forth in words, and looks, that Virtue's self
Might challenge for her own. Such is Albina;
Such did Albina to her Lord appear:
What cause, save that, sent him to Palestine?
Why went he there, for honourable death,
But that her faults did surfeit him of life?
(p. 46)",,23616,"","""Those minds imbued by vice, with deepest stains, / Are often mask'd in forms almost divine-- / Deck'd forth in words, and looks, that Virtue's self / Might challenge for her own.""","",2014-03-12 04:39:01 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:39:39 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Issue! 'tis well—'tis well. Leave me, good Egbert!
Oh! 'tis too much—this is too keen a stroke!
How shall I steer me in this fatal tempest?
Confess my wiles?—Horror! leave me, I say—
Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes,
As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?
EGBERT.
If right I read, your mindin balance hangs
'Twixt the opposing principles of good
And ill. Between these two the Pow'r that made us,
Bestow'd free-will to chuse: Oh, let me then
Direct your choice! Let him, whose tongue inspir'd
The early love of virtue, once more--
(p. 64)",,23617,"","""Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes, / As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?""",Writing,2014-03-12 04:39:39 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:40:45 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Issue! 'tis well—'tis well. Leave me, good Egbert!
Oh! 'tis too much—this is too keen a stroke!
How shall I steer me in this fatal tempest?
Confess my wiles?—Horror! leave me, I say—
Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes,
As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?
EGBERT.
If right I read, your mind in balance hangs
'Twixt the opposing principles of good
And ill. Between these two the Pow'r that made us,
Bestow'd free-will to chuse: Oh, let me then
Direct your choice! Let him, whose tongue inspir'd
The early love of virtue, once more--
(p. 64)",,23618,"","""If right I read, your mind in balance hangs /
'Twixt the opposing principles of good /
And ill.""","",2014-03-12 04:40:45 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,"EGBERT.
I fear not
Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die,
If, dying, on your mind I can impress
Just horror for the--
(p. 66)",,23619,"","""I fear not / Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die, / If, dying, on your mind I can impress / Just horror for the--""",Impressions,2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:42:50 UTC,"EGBERT.
There are, my Liege, who have with groundless jealousy
Poison'd Lord Edward's mind, and work'd on him
To yield to infamy his spotless Bride.
(p. 71)",,23620,"","""There are, my Liege, who have with groundless jealousy / Poison'd Lord Edward's mind, and work'd on him / To yield to infamy his spotless Bride.""","",2014-03-12 04:42:50 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:43:53 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Editha, spare me!
My mind, with wild contending passions torn,
Now, like a hart by worrying dogs forsook,
Sinks into apathy.
(p. 75)",,23621,INTEREST,"""My mind, with wild contending passions torn, / Now, like a hart by worrying dogs forsook, / Sinks into apathy.""",Animals,2014-03-12 04:43:53 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:46:04 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Perdition!
Fly me, thou Monster! lest thy womanhood
I should forget, and scatter thee in atoms
To the tempestuous winds!—
[Exit Editha, with an air of menace.
[Musing.]
Be firm, my soul! nor let unworthy weakness
Destroy the vengeful purpose thou hast fram'd.
Banish'd--robb'd of my country, and my name;
Yet they have left a mind defies their vengeance—
Which, though these limbs were lock'd in bolts of steel,
And darkness wrapt these precious founts of light,
Would rise superior to their bounded power,
And scorn alike their fetters, and their laws.
He for whom I'm exil'd, for exil'd Gondibert
Shall weep with his heart's blood; and ev'ry vein
Pour tribute to my mighty sorrows. Edward!
This night, in which thy pulse beats high to transport,
Thy senses giddy with approaching bliss--
--This night beholds thee in Death's icy bands;
Thy shroud shall fold thee, not Albina's arms!
(pp. 76-7)",,23622,"","""Banish'd--robb'd of my country, and my name; / Yet they have left a mind defies their vengeance-- / Which, though these limbs were lock'd in bolts of steel, / And darkness wrapt these precious founts of light, / Would rise superior to their bounded power, / And scorn alike their fetters, and their laws.""",Fetters,2014-03-12 04:46:04 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:47:03 UTC,"INA.
Permit us, Madam, to perform our duty.
Unusual weight hath sudden seiz'd my spirits,
And something here forbids me to obey you.
ALBINA.
Such pensiveness oft follows, when the mind,
Surcharg'd with joy, hath yielded all her pow'rs
To the insidious guest. But leave me, Ina;
My nightly duty is not yet perform'd.
Mean time, Editha send; some secret grief
Preys on her mind, and fain I would relieve
Her bosom'd anguish.
(p. 80)",,23623,"","""Such pensiveness oft follows, when the mind, / Surcharg'd with joy, hath yielded all her pow'rs / To the insidious guest.""",Inhabitants,2014-03-12 04:47:03 UTC,""