theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""In what figure shall I give his Heart the first Impression? There is a great deal in the first impression.""",3959,Impression,"Looking up ""Sterling"" in the OED",10312,2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:34:53 UTC,,"",How shall I receive him? In what figure shall I give his Heart the first Impression? There is a great deal in the first impression.,""
"","""See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance, / And shakes a visionary Lance, / His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms, / Shouting Armies, clashing Arms, / The softer Prints of Love deface; / And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.""",7410,Impressions and Inhabitants,Searching in Google Books,20543,2013-06-12 13:48:22 UTC,2013-06-12 13:48:41 UTC,,"INTEREST: a ""visionary"" battle, literalized in the brain.","I Ang. See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance,
And shakes a visionary Lance,
His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms,
Shouting Armies, clashing Arms,
The softer Prints of Love deface;
And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.
Both. Glory Strives,
The Field is won,
Fame revives
And Love is Gone.
(III.i, p. 28)","Act III, Scene i"
"","""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!""",7410,Impressions,Searching in Google Books,20544,2013-06-12 13:52:05 UTC,2013-06-12 13:52:05 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)","Act III, Scene i"
"","""So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression.""",7553,Impressions,C-H Lion,21942,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,,fixing punctuation error in C-H Lion,"MIRZA.
Indeed I did, then favour'd by the King,
And by that means a sharer in the secret.
'Twas on a day of publick Festival,
When Beauteous Artemisa stood to view,
Behind the Covert of a Golden Lattice,
When King and Court returning from the Temple;
When just as by her stand Arsaces past,
The Windows, by design or chance, fell down,
And to his view expos'd her blushing Beauties.
She seem'd surpriz'd, and presently withdrew,
But ev'n that moment was an age in Love:
So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded,
So apt to take at first the soft impression.
Soon as we were alone, I found the Evil
Already past a Remedy, and vainly
Urg'd the resentment of her Injur'd Lord:
His Love was deaf to all.
(I.i, pp. 3-4)","Act I, scene i"
"","""Who made my Father be as he was, Royal, / And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul.""",7553,Impressions,C-H Lion,21963,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,,"","ARTABAN.
Nay then 'tis time I should Assert my self,
And tho' you gave me Birth; yet from the God's
(Who made my Father be as he was, Royal,
And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul;)
I Claim my Right to Empire; may I fall
Vile and forgotten if I Ever own
Any Superiour Being but those God's.
(IV.i, p. 43)","Act IV, scene i"
"","""And oh, my Prince, when I survey thy Virtue, / I own the Seal of Heav'n imprinted on thee; / I stand convinc'd that good and holy Powers / Inspire and take Delight to dwell within thee.""",7565,Impressions and Inhabitants,C-H Lion,22004,2013-07-25 03:13:42 UTC,2013-07-25 03:13:42 UTC,,"","OSWALD.
'Tis wonderful indeed; and yet great Souls,
By Nature half divine, soar to the Stars,
And hold a near Acquaintance with the Gods.
And oh, my Prince, when I survey thy Virtue,
I own the Seal of Heav'n imprinted on thee;
I stand convinc'd that good and holy Powers
Inspire and take Delight to dwell within thee.
Yet Crowds will still believe, and Priests will teach,
As wand'ring Fancy, and as Int'rest leads.
How will the King and our fierce Saxon Chiefs
Approve this Bride and Faith? Had Royal Hengist,
Thy Father, liv'd!--
(I.i, pp. 2-3)","Act I, scene i"