text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Afterwards, in the wedding procession, Russet, Simkin, Louisa, Margaret, Jenny, and Villagers.
AIR VI.
HENRY
The nymph, who in my bosom reigns,
With such full force my heart enchains,
That nothing ever can impair
The empire she possesses there.
Who digs for stones of radient ray,
Finds baser matter in his way;
The worthless load he may contemn,
But prizes still and seeks the gem.
But I hear music, what can this be? All the villagers are coming this way--it seems like a wedding--I'll retire--How I envy this couple!",2011-05-26 18:53:31 UTC,"""The nymph, who in my bosom reigns, / With such full force my heart enchains, / That nothing ever can impair / The empire she possesses there.""",2004-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-03-24,Empire and Fetters,"•Included thrice: Empire, Fetters, Rule and Subjection
•Play originally by Michel Jean Sedaine (1719-1797)","Searching ""empire"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Drama)",14565,5448
"RECITATIVE
Yet, why repine? What, though by bonds confined,
Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind?
Have we not cause for triumph when we see
Ourselves alone from idol-worship free?
Are not this very day those rites begun,
Where prostrate error hails the rising sun?
Do not our tyrant lords this day ordain
For superstition's rites and mirth profane?
And should we mourn? should coward virtue fly,
When impious folly rears her front on high?
No; rather let us triumph still the more,
And as our fortune sinks, our wishes soar.
(I.i)",2012-01-06 20:01:40 UTC,"""Yet, why repine? What, though by bonds confined, / Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind?""",2012-01-06 20:01:40 UTC,"Act I, Scene i","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19386,6224
"LORD HASTINGS
Well then, I own my Heart has broke your Chains.
Patient I bore the painful Bondage long,
At length my generous Love disdains your Tyranny;
The Bitterness and Stings of taunting Jealousie,
Vexatious Days, and jarring joyless Nights,
Have driv'n him forth to seek some safer Shelter,
Where he may rest his weary Wings in Peace.
(II.i, pp. 16-17)",2013-07-20 20:38:04 UTC,"""Well then, I own my Heart has broke your Chains. / Patient I bore the painful Bondage long, / At length my generous Love disdains your Tyranny.""",2013-07-20 20:38:04 UTC,"Act II, scene i","",,Fetters,"",C-H Lion,21891,7551
"PROLOGUE
Like fam'd La Mancha's Knight, who Launce in hand,
Mounted his Steed to free th' enchanted Land,
Our Quixote Bard sets forth a Monster-taming,
Arm'd at all Points, to fight that Hydra-- Gaming
Aloft on Pegasus he waves his Pen,
And hurls Defiance at the Caitiff's Den.
The First on fancy'd Giants spent his Rage,
But This has more than Windmills to engage.
He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul,
Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul;
Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys,
Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.
To save our Land from this Magician's Charms,
And rescue Maids and Matrons from his Arms,
Our Knight Poetic comes--And Oh! ye Fair!
This black Enchanter's wicked Arts beware!
His subtle Poison dims the brightest Eyes,
And at his Touch, each Grace and Beauty dies.
Love, Gentleness and Joy to Rage give Way,
And the soft Dove becomes a Bird of Prey,
May this our bold Advent'rer break the Spell,
And drive the Dæmon to his native Hell.
(p. v)",2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,"""He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul, / Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul; / Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys, / Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.""",2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,Prologue,"",,Fetters,"",LION,22660,4914
"STOCKWELL.
To use it, not to waste it, I should hope; to treat it, Mr. Belcour, not as a vassal, over whom you have a wanton and despotic power, but as a subject, which you are bound to govern with a temperate and restrained authority.
BELCOUR.
True, Sir; most truly said; mine's a commission, not a right: I am the offspring of distress, and every child of sorrow is my brother; while I have hands to hold, therefore, I will hold them open to mankind: but, Sir, my passions are my masters; they take me where they will; and oftentimes they leave to reason and to virtue nothing but my wishes and my sighs.
STOCKWELL.
Come, come, the man who can accuse corrects himself.
(I.v, pp. 8-9)",2014-08-10 05:27:06 UTC,"""But, Sir, my passions are my masters; they take me where they will; and oftentimes they leave to reason and to virtue nothing but my wishes and my sighs.""",2014-08-10 05:27:06 UTC,"Act I, scene v","",,Fetters,"",Reading,24397,8016