text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"How rugged and how void of sense was he,
Who could, to follow camps, abandon thee!
Let him pursue Cilicia's routed bands,
And pitch his tents amidst their conquer'd lands;
In gold and silver, ornaments of pride,
Conspicuous through the cohorts let him ride:
Thee feebly grasping, Delia, let me die,
And view thy beauties with my closing eye;
Then shalt thou weep, then kisses mix with tears,
When on the kindling pile my corpse appears:
Sure thou wilt weep, and tender sorrows feel;
Nor flint thy heart, nor is thy breast of steel.
The youths, the virgins, all shall grace my urn,
With moisten'd eyes, and weeping home return:
Disturb not thou my shade; O Delia, spare
Thy lovely cheeks, and thy dishevel'd hair.",2009-09-14 19:42:52 UTC,"""Sure thou wilt weep, and tender sorrows feel; / Nor flint thy heart, nor is thy breast of steel.""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,Poems on Several Occasions,"",,Metal,•I've included twice: Steel and Flint,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15144,5674
"At this the Muse shall Kindle, and Aspire:
My breast, O WALPOLE, glows with grateful fire
The streams of Royal bounty, turn'd by Thee,
Refresh the dry domains of poesy.
My fortune shows, when Arts are WALPOLE's care,
What slender worth forbids us to despair:
Be this thy partial smile from censure free;
'Twas meant for Merit, though it fell on Me.
(pp. 5-6)",2011-10-20 15:24:45 UTC,"""My breast, O WALPOLE, glows with grateful fire / The streams of Royal bounty, turn'd by Thee, / Refresh the dry domains of poesy.""",2011-10-20 15:24:45 UTC,"","",,"","","Reading Samuel Johnson's ""Life of Young""",19276,7116
"DON ALONZO
I see that thou art frighted.
If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy Heart
With Scorpion's Stings.
ZANGA
If I do love, my Lord?
(III.i, p. 29)",2013-08-17 21:23:40 UTC,"""If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy Heart / With Scorpion's Stings.""",2013-08-17 21:23:40 UTC,Act III,"",,Animals,"",LION,22302,7619
"DON ALONZO
Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought,
Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs,
And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil
In which her self is taken. I am lost,
Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd,
And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.
One Argument is ballanc'd by another,
And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight,
And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs.
No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind,
This inward Anarchy; but find my Wife,
And to her trembling Heart presenting Death,
Force all the Secret from her.
(IV.i, p. 36)",2013-08-17 21:28:05 UTC,"""Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought, / Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs, / And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil / In which her self is taken. I am lost, / Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd, / And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.""",2013-08-17 21:28:05 UTC,Act IV,"",,Animals,"",LION,22303,7619
"DON ALONZO
Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought,
Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs,
And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil
In which her self is taken. I am lost,
Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd,
And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.
One Argument is ballanc'd by another,
And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight,
And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs.
No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind,
This inward Anarchy; but find my Wife,
And to her trembling Heart presenting Death,
Force all the Secret from her.
(IV.i, p. 36)",2013-08-17 21:29:01 UTC,"""One Argument is ballanc'd by another, / And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight, / And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs. / No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind, / This inward Anarchy.""",2013-08-17 21:29:01 UTC,Act IV,"",,"","",LION,22304,7619
"ZANGA
I fear his Heart has fail'd him. She must dye.
Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom,
To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?
(IV.i, p. 44)",2013-08-17 21:30:00 UTC,"""Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom, / To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?""",2013-08-17 21:30:00 UTC,Act IV,"",,Animals,"",LION,22305,7619
"DON ALONZO
O pitiful! O Terrible to Sight!
Poor mangled Shade, all cover'd o'er with Wounds,
And so disguis'd with Blood! Who murder'd Thee?
Tell thy sad Tale, and Thou shalt be reveng'd.
Ha! Carlos!--Horror! Carlos? --Oh away!
Go to thy Grave, or let me sink to mine.
I cannot bear the Sight.--What Sight?--Where am I?
There's nothing here--If this was Fancy's Work,
She draws a Picture strongly.--
(V.i, p. 49)",2013-08-17 21:32:35 UTC,"""If this was Fancy's Work, / She draws a Picture strongly.""",2013-08-17 21:32:35 UTC,Act V,"",,"","",LION,22306,7619
"DON ALONZO
O Zanga! Zanga! --
But I'll not think; for I must act, and thinking
Would ruin me for Action. O the Medley
Of Right and Wrong! the Chaos in my Brain!
He should, and should not dye--You should Obey,
And not Obey.--It is a Day of Darkness,
Of Contradictions, and of many Deaths.
Where's Leonora then? Quick, answer me;
I'm deep in Horrors, I'll be deeper still.--
(V.i, p. 49)",2013-08-17 21:34:11 UTC,"""O the Medley / Of Right and Wrong! the Chaos in my Brain! / He should, and should not dye-- / You should Obey, / And not Obey.--It is a Day of Darkness, / Of Contradictions, and of many Deaths.""",2013-08-17 21:34:11 UTC,Act V,"",,"","",LION,22307,7619
"ZANGA
I told her, from your Childhood you was wont
On any great Surprize, but chiefly then
When cause of Sorrow bore it Company,
To have your Passion shake the Seat of Reason,
A momentary Ill, which soon blew o'er.
Then did I tell her of Don Carlos' Death,
(Wisely suppressing by what means he fell)
And laid the Blame on that. At first she doubted;
But such the honest Artifice I us'd,
And such her ardent Wish it should be true,
That she, at length, was fully satisfy'd.
(V.ii, p. 51)",2013-08-17 21:35:26 UTC,"""I told her, from your Childhood you was wont / On any great Surprize, but chiefly then / When cause of Sorrow bore it Company, / To have your Passion shake the Seat of Reason, / A momentary Ill, which soon blew o'er.""",2013-08-17 21:35:26 UTC,Act V,"",,Throne,"",LION,22308,7619
"ZANGA
Must I despise Thee too as well as hate Thee?
Complain of Grief? Complain Thou art a Man.
Priam from Fortune's lofty Summit fell,
Great Alexander 'midst his Conquests mourn'd,
Heroes and Demigods have known their Sorrows,
Cæsars have wept, and I have had my Blow:
But 'tis Reveng'd, and now my Work is done.
Yet, e'er I fall, be it one part of Vengeance,
To make ev'n Thee confess that I am just.
Thou see'st a Prince, whose Father thou hast Slain,
Whose Native Country thou hast laid in Blood,
Whose Sacred Person, Oh, thou hast prophan'd!
Whose Reign extinguish'd; What was left to me
So highly born! No Kingdom, but Revenge;
No Treasure, but thy Tortures, and thy Groans.
If Men shall ask who brought thee to thy End,
Tell them, The Moor, and they will not despise thee.
If cold white Mortals censure this great Deed,
Warn them, they judge not of superior Beings
Souls made of Fire, and Children of the Sun,
With whom Revenge is Virtue. Fare thee well--
Now fully satisfy'd I should take leave;
But one thing grieves me, since thy Death is near,
I eave thee my Example how to dye.
(V.ii, p. 61)",2013-08-17 21:38:00 UTC,"""If cold white Mortals censure this great Deed, / Warn them, they judge not of superior Beings / Souls made of Fire, and Children of the Sun, / With whom Revenge is Virtue.""",2013-08-17 21:38:00 UTC,Act V,"",,Fire,"",LION,22309,7619