id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
20600,"","",,"""Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire, / By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire; / But strives in vain!""",2013-06-12 20:48:28 UTC,Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books,"",7414,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)","",2013-06-12 20:48:28 UTC
20601,"","",,"""Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel, / And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!""",2013-06-12 20:49:35 UTC,Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books,"",7414,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)","",2013-06-12 20:49:35 UTC
20602,Empire,"",,"""But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades; / Discretion this, Affection that perswades.""",2013-06-12 20:50:31 UTC,"Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books
","",7414,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)","",2013-06-12 20:50:31 UTC