work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7410,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:48:22 UTC,"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)",,20543,"INTEREST: a ""visionary"" battle, literalized in the brain.","""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.""",Impressions and Inhabitants,2013-06-12 13:48:41 UTC,"Act III, Scene i"
4177,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 16:08:24 UTC,"PORTIUS.
Oh, Lucia, Language is too faint to show
His Rage of Love; it prey's upon his Life;
He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies:
His Passions and his Virtues lie confused,
And mixt together in so wild a Tumult,
That the whole Man is quite disfigur'd in him.
Heav'ns! wou'd one think 'twere possible for Love
To make such Ravage in a noble Soul!
Oh, Lucia, I'm distress'd! my Heart bleeds for him;
Ev'n now, while thus I stand blest in thy Presence,
A secret Damp of Grief comes o'er my Thoughts,
And I'm unhappy, tho' thou smilest upon me.
(III.i, p. 35)",,21918,"","""His Passions and his Virtues lie confused, /
And mixt together in so wild a Tumult, / That the whole Man is quite disfigur'd in him.""","",2013-07-21 16:08:24 UTC,"Act III, scene i"