text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"PHAEDRA
I must confess 'tis true thou tell'st me, Nurse,
But forc'd by Passion, I pursue the worse.
Headlong to Ruine runs my knowing Mind,
Which oft turns back, but vainly, Help to find.
So when against the Tide the Sailor toils
To force his loaded Bark, the Current foils
His Pains, down Stream the master'd Vessel's drove.
My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love,
Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.
This winged God does Heav'n and Earth infest.
With all-o'er-mast'ring Flames Jove's self he scorches,
Mars more than Fire-Pikes dreads his little Torches.
The God who three-fork'd Thunder frames, who toils,
Unswelter'd in Ætnæan Forges, broils
In his small Fires. Phoebus who bears the Fame
For Archery, this Boy with surer Aim
Tranfixes: through the Earth and ample Skies
A winged Plague to Men and Gods, he flies.
",2009-09-14 19:34:54 UTC,"Reason may be ""conquer'd by more powerful Love""",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10342,3981
"Queen. In such an endless Maze I rove,
Lost in Labyrinths of Love,
My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns,
While Fear and Rage
With Hope engage,
And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.
(I.i, p. 3)",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"""Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.""",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"Act I, Scene i","",,"","",Searching in Google Books,20542,7410
"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)",2013-06-12 13:48:41 UTC,"""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.""",2013-06-12 13:48:22 UTC,"Act III, Scene i","",,Impressions and Inhabitants,"INTEREST: a ""visionary"" battle, literalized in the brain.",Searching in Google Books,20543,7410
"AXALLA.
But see! the Sultan comes!--my beating Heart
Bounds with exulting Motion, Hope, and Fear,
Fight with alternate conquest in my Breast.
Oh! Can I give her from me? Yield her up?
Now mourn thou God of Love, since Honour triumphs,
And crowns his cruel Altars with thy Spoils.
(III.i, p. 32)",2013-07-17 04:00:51 UTC,"""But see! the Sultan comes!--my beating Heart / Bounds with exulting Motion, Hope, and Fear, / Fight with alternate conquest in my Breast.""",2013-07-17 04:00:51 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,Empire,"",C-H Lion,21848,7548
"CALISTA.
Ha! Altamont? Calista now be wary,
And guard thy Soul's Accesses with Dissembling;
Nor let this Hostile Husband's Eyes explore
The warring Passions, and tumultuous Thoughts,
That rage within thee, and deform thy Reason.
(II.i, p. 15)",2013-07-18 21:27:18 UTC,"""Calista now be wary, / And guard thy Soul's Accesses with Dissembling; / Nor let this Hostile Husband's Eyes explore / The warring Passions, and tumultuous Thoughts, / That rage within thee, and deform thy Reason.""",2013-07-18 21:27:18 UTC,"Act II, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21868,7550
"ALTAMONT.
She's gone; and as she went, Ten thousand Fires
Shot from her angry Eyes, as if she meant
Too well to keep the cruel Vow she made.
Now as thou art a Man, Horatio, tell me,
What means this wild Confusion in thy Looks?
As if thou wert at variance with thy self,
Madness and Reason combating within thee,
And thou wert doubtful which shou'd get the better.
(III.i, p. 31)",2013-07-18 21:35:50 UTC,"""Now as thou art a Man, Horatio, tell me, / What means this wild Confusion in thy Looks? / As if thou wert at variance with thy self, / Madness and Reason combating within thee, / And thou wert doubtful which shou'd get the better.""",2013-07-18 21:35:38 UTC,"Act III, scene i",Psychomachia,,"","",C-H Lion,21874,7550
"PORTIUS.
Thou see'st not that thy Brother is thy Rival:
But I must hide it, for I know thy Temper.
[Aside.]
Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof:
Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve,
And call up all thy Father in thy Soul:
To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart
On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails,
Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son.
(I.i, p. 3)",2013-07-21 16:01:45 UTC,"""Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son.""",2013-07-21 16:01:45 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21912,4177
"KING.
On to the Temple with him: Let her rave,
And prophesie ten thousand thousand Horrors;
I could join with her now, and bid 'em come;
They fit the present Fury of my Soul.
The Stings of Love and Rage are fix'd within,
And drive me on to Madness. Earthquakes, Whirlwinds,
A general Wreck of Nature now would please me.
For oh! not all the driving wintry War,
When the Storm groans and bellows from afar,
When thro' the Gloom the glancing Lightnings fly,
Heavy the ratling Thunders roll on high,
And Seas and Earth mix with the dusky Sky;
Not all those warring Elements we fear,
Are equal to the inborn Tempest here;
Fierce as the Thoughts which mortal Man controul,
When Love and Rage contend, and tear the lab'ring Soul.
(III.i, p. 32)",2013-07-25 03:42:27 UTC,"""Not all those warring Elements we fear, / Are equal to the inborn Tempest here; / Fierce as the Thoughts which mortal Man controul, / When Love and Rage contend, and tear the lab'ring Soul.""",2013-07-25 03:42:27 UTC,"Act III, scene i",Psychomachia,,"","",C-H Lion,22023,7565
"ARIBERT.
Now what Return to make--Oh let me sink,
With all these warring Thoughts together in me,
Blushing to Earth, and hide the vast Confusion.
(IV.i, p. 36)",2013-07-25 03:43:26 UTC,"""Oh let me sink, / With all these warring Thoughts together in me, / Blushing to Earth, and hide the vast Confusion.""",2013-07-25 03:43:26 UTC,"Act IV, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,22024,7565
"SEOFRID.
Ha! whence this sudden Start!
[Aside.]
That wrathful Frown,
Your Eyes fierce glancing, and your changing Visage,
Now pale as Death, now purpled o'er with Flame,
Give me to know your Passions are at odds,
And your whole Soul is up in Arms within.
(V.i, p. 48)",2013-07-25 03:52:07 UTC,"""That wrathful Frown, / Your Eyes fierce glancing, and your changing Visage, / Now pale as Death, now purpled o'er with Flame, / Give me to know your Passions are at odds, / And your whole Soul is up in Arms within.""",2013-07-25 03:52:07 UTC,"Act V, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,22030,7565