updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2013-10-14 00:18:00 UTC,22973,"STILL sing, bright Maid, nor cease the pleasing Charm,
Each Soul subdue, each tender Bosom warm;
Such magick Sweetness to thy Voice is giv'n,
We hear a Seraph, and we taste of Heav'n:
Strange force of Harmony, whose Power controuls,
The warring Passions, and informs our Souls,
Soft soothing Sounds, by whose enchantment blest,
Anger and Grief forsake the tranquil Breast;
While soft Ideas rising in the Mind,
Bids us in Love a gentle Tyrant find,
And to his Sway the softned Soul's resign'd.
Thus sung the Thracian Bard, while all around,
The list'ning Beasts confess'd the magick Sound:
Less sweet the Harmony Amphion made,
When dancing Stones mov'd to the Notes he play'd;
Or him, who bore by Dolphins to the Shore,
Made Winds and Waves confess his magick Pow'r:
Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind,
As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find;
Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire,
And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.
(pp. 11-12)","","Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind, / As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find; / Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire, / And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.",7717,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 00:18:00 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 00:24:50 UTC,22976,"See Justice from the foul Infection flies,
And frighted hence reseeks her native Skies.
Far from the guilty Scene averts her Sight,
Her own Philander can't retard her Flight;
Tho' her bright Image, in his Breast he bears,
And all her Beauties in his Form appears;
Tho' in his Soul she lights her heav'nly Flame,
And finds even here a Votary in him.
(p. 23)","","""Tho' her bright Image, in his Breast he bears, / And all her Beauties in his Form appears; / Tho' in his Soul she lights her heav'nly Flame, / And finds even here a Votary in him.""",7719,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 00:24:50 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:36:34 UTC,22981,"Believe me, Friend, the cruel Flame,
Which tortures now thy gentle Breast;
The Object chang'd will burn the same,
And you in mutual Love be blest.
(p. 42)","","""Believe me, Friend, the cruel Flame, / Which tortures now thy gentle Breast; / The Object chang'd will burn the same, / And you in mutual Love be blest.""",7723,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:36:34 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:38:43 UTC,22982,"To that I'll sue, the languid Flame to raise,
And wake the sleeping Passion to a Blaze:
Try every Art thy Anger to controul,
And watch each yielding Moment in thy Soul;
Some tender Fit of Softness in thy Breast,
When Love's awake, and Anger charm'd to Rest.
For sure my Flavia cannot always prove
Deaf to the tender Prayers and Tears of Love.
Oh teach me, thou fair Softness, to atone
For all the Wrongs I've to thy Friendship done.
With thy own Sweetness thy just Rage disarm,
And learn me all thy well-known Power to charm.
Direct me how to make my Vows believ'd,
To move thy Pity, and thy Love retrieve.
Oh with returning Ardour ever bless
The Heart which you, and only you possess.
(p. 48)","","""To that I'll sue, the languid Flame to raise, / And wake the sleeping Passion to a Blaze.""",7724,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:38:43 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:41:48 UTC,22983,"I.
In Vain I strive with Female Art,
To hide the Motions of my Heart;
My Eyes my secret Flame declare,
And Damon reads his Triumph there.
II.
When from his fond, his ardent Gaze,
With Frowns I turn aside my Face;
My Cheeks with conscious Blushes glow,
And all my Soul's Disorder show.
III.
Or when with seeming Scorn I hear
The Youth his tender Vows prefer;
From my fond Breast reluctant steals
A Sigh, and all the Truth reveals.
IV.
Oh Love, all-powerful o'er the Mind,
Art thou to rigid rules confin'd?
And must the Heart that owns thy Sway,
That Tyrant Customs Laws obey?
V.
Oh! let me break the cruel Chain,
And freely own my tender Pain:
By harsh Restraint no longer sway'd,
Confirm whate'er my Eyes have said.
(pp. 59-60)","","""In Vain I strive with Female Art, / To hide the Motions of my Heart; / My Eyes my secret Flame declare, / And Damon reads his Triumph there.""",7725,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:41:01 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:52:43 UTC,22989,"Deep in my Soul thy soft Reproaches steal,
And all thy Griefs redoubled there I feel;
Still round my Heart plays the same lambient Flame,
Each Wish, and every fond Desire the same.
Nor can thy Pen one piercing Woe reveal,
Which thy Ardelia does not equal feel.
Ah, dear Idea of my lovely Swain!
Ah, soft Remembrance of my former Pain!
Why to my anxious Breast do you return?
Why wake a Flame which must for ever burn?
Still shall that lovely Image charm my View,
And those dear Accents all my Grief renew:
Still must I love, tho' Honour Love deny,
And bids me from the dangerous Charmer fly.
Ah then how vain, how fruitless all my Care?
This welcome Absence, this confirm'd Despair?
(p. 75)","","""Deep in my Soul thy soft Reproaches steal, / And all thy Griefs redoubled there I feel; / Still round my Heart plays the same lambient Flame, / Each Wish, and every fond Desire the same.""",7728,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:52:43 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:55:01 UTC,22992,"Why did I not the pleasing Torment shun?
Why fondly listen to the pleasing Tongue?
Quick to my Heart the subtle Poison stole,
Charm'd all my Senses, and enslav'd my Soul;
And less the Beauty of thy matchless Form,
Then thy prevailing Eloquence could charm.
Oh come once more, Moneses, and renew
Those tender Vows, and I'll believe them true:
Let me once more behold those melting Eyes,
Where Love a thousand nameless Charms supplies:
The soft Enchantment shall my Fears controul,
And Love claim all his Empire in my Soul.
Ah! whether would my boundless Wishes rove?
Still, still am I enslav'd by guilty Love!
Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane,
And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?
(p. 77)","","""Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane, / And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?""",7728,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:55:01 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:56:22 UTC,22993,"In vain I call, my clasping Arms you shun,
And waking find the dear Delusion gone.
Thus, does Ardelia hunt thy boding Dream;
Does she like thee all cold and cruel seem?
Or does the pensive Shade soft Sorrows wear,
Heave the faint Sigh, and shed the mimick Tear?
On thy lov'd Breast her painful Head recline,
And tell thee that her Torments equal thine.
Why can I not this fatal Flame remove?
Or why, O why is it a Crime to love?
By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway,
As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray;
My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear,
And Love and Virtue wage unequal War:
Now all its sacred Precepts I pursue,
Lost for a while is every Thought of you.
(p. 79)","","""Why can I not this fatal Flame remove? / Or why, O why is it a Crime to love? / By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway, / As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray; / My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear, / And Love and Virtue wage unequal War.""",7728,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:56:22 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:57:33 UTC,22994,"But oh! again the guilty Lover burns,
And all the Woman in my Soul returns;
Again my Bosom glows with soft Desire,
And hope returning fans the fatal Fire.
Seas rolls between us, but the active Mind
Still springs to thee, and leaves its load behind.
Oh should some happy Chance to us unknown,
Without a Crime confirm me all thy own.
Blest be these tender Griefs, these anxious Fears,
These never-ceasing Sighs and flowing Tears!
Oh! let my Soul the pleasing Hope retain,
One Hour of Joy repays whole Years of Pain!
To suff'ring Martyrs thus such Hopes are given;
Such Views of promis'd Joys and future Heaven.
For this resign'd they calmly meet their Fate,
Conscious of Blessings in a happier State.
(p. 80)","","""But oh! again the guilty Lover burns, / And all the Woman in my Soul returns; / Again my Bosom glows with soft Desire, / And hope returning fans the fatal Fire.""",7728,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:57:33 UTC,"","",""
2013-10-14 02:59:36 UTC,22995,"I.
AH cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart,
Thy charming Conqueror returns;
Hence every Doubt each Fear depart,
The Youth with equal Passion burns.
II.
Haste, gentle Winds, and waft him here,
Nor long my lov'd Philander keep;
Grant, Queen of Love, a Lover's Prayer,
Sooth into Smiles thy native Deep.
(p. 81)","","""AH cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart, / Thy charming Conqueror returns; / Hence every Doubt each Fear depart, / The Youth with equal Passion burns.""",7729,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 02:59:36 UTC,"","",Empire