work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4177,"",Reading Hugh Blair's Lectures; found again searching C-H Lion,2004-01-26 00:00:00 UTC,"LUCIA.
Have I not sworn? If, Portius, thy Success
Must throw thy Brother on his Fate, Farewell,
Oh, how shall I repeat the Word! For-ever!
PORTIUS.
Thus o'er the dying Lamp th'unsteady Flame
Hang's quiv'ring on a Point, leap's off by Fits,
And fall's again, as loath to quit its Hold
--Thou must not go, my Soul still hover's o'er thee
And can't get loose.
LUCIA.
If the firm Portius shake
To hear of Parting, think what Lucia suffer's!
(III.i, p. 38)",,10838,"•I've included twice: Lamp and Flame
•Blair cites this passage as a typical failure of naturalism in tragedy: ""pomp and solemnity of a formal Comparison is altogether a stranger to passion. It changes the key in a moment; relaxes and brings down the mind; and shews us a writer perfectly at his ease, while he is personating some other, who is supposed to be underthe torment of agitation"" (410)
•Cross-reference: this line is picked up in Arthur Murphy's comedy All in the Wrong (1761). Belin repeats affectedly: ""Thus o'er the dying lamp, the unsteady flame / Hangs quivering to a point--&c."" (III.iii).","Thus o'er the dying Lamp th'unsteady Flame / Hang's quiv'ring on a Point, leap's off by Fits, / And fall's again, as loath to quit its Hold / --Thou must not go, my Soul still hover's o'er thee /
And can't get loose.""","",2013-07-21 15:59:11 UTC,"Act III, Scene i"
7410,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"Queen. In such an endless Maze I rove,
Lost in Labyrinths of Love,
My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns,
While Fear and Rage
With Hope engage,
And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.
(I.i, p. 3)",,20542,"","""Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.""","",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"Act I, Scene i"
7410,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:53:56 UTC,"Enter King.
Some dreadful Birth of Fate is near:
Or why, my Soul, unus'd to fear
With secret Horror dost thou shake?
Can Dreams such dire Impressions make!
What means this solemn silent Show?
This Pomp of Death, this Scene of Woe!
Support me, Heav'n! What's this I read?
O Horror! Rosamond is dead.
What shall I say, or whither turn?
With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn:
From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd,
And in the Whirle of Passion lost.
Why did I not in Battle fall,
Crush'd with the Thunder of the Gauls
Why did the Spear my Bosom miss;
Ye Pow'rs, was I reserv'd for this!
Disracted with Woe
I'll rush on the Foe
To seek my Relief:
The Sword or the Dart
Shall pierce my sad Heart,
And finish my Grief!
(III.i, p. 31)",,20545,"","""What shall I say, or whither turn? / With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn: From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd, / And in the Whirle of Passion lost.""","",2013-06-12 13:53:56 UTC,"Act III, Scene i"
4177,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 16:05:47 UTC,"MARCIA.
Alas poor Youth! how can'st thou throw him from thee?
Lucia, thou know'st not half the Love he bears thee;
Whene'er he speaks of thee, his Heart's in Flames,
He sends out all his Soul in ev'ry Word,
And thinks, and talks, and looks like one transported.
Unhappy Youth! how will thy Coldness raise
Tempests and Storms in his afflicted Bosom!
I dread the Consequence--
(I.iv, p. 15)",,21915,"","""Whene'er he speaks of thee, his Heart's in Flames, / He sends out all his Soul in ev'ry Word, / And thinks, and talks, and looks like one transported.""","",2013-07-21 16:05:47 UTC,"Act I, scene iv"
4177,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 16:11:06 UTC,"MARCUS.
I've been surprized in an unguarded Hour,
But must not now go back: The Love, that lay
Half smother'd in my Breast, has broke through all
Its weak Restraints, and burn's in its full Lustre,
I cannot, if I wou'd, conceal it from thee.
(IV.i, p. 49)",,21921,"","""I've been surprized in an unguarded Hour, / But must not now go back: The Love, that lay / Half smother'd in my Breast, has broke through all / Its weak Restraints, and burn's in its full Lustre, / I cannot, if I wou'd, conceal it from thee.""","",2013-07-21 16:11:06 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"