work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7551,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,"LORD HASTINGS
'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom,
Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage,
Thou beat'st thy self to Death. Retire, I beg thee;
To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me,
Thy Agonies are added to my own,
And make the Burden more than I can bear.
Farewel--Good Angels visit thy Afflictions,
And bring thee Peace and Comfort from above.
(IV.i, p. 47)",,21908,"","""'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death.""",Animals,2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:59:53 UTC,"ETHELINDA.
Alas! you faint! your hasty Breath comes short,
And the red Stream runs gushing from your Breast.
Call back your Thoughts from each deluding Passion,
And wing your parting Soul for her last Flight;
Call back your Thoughts to all your former Days,
To ev'ry unrepented Act of Evil;
And sadly deprecate the Wrath Divine.
(V.ii, p. 54)",,22035,"","""Call back your Thoughts from each deluding Passion, / And wing your parting Soul for her last Flight.""",Animals,2013-07-25 03:59:53 UTC,"Act V, scene ii"