work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:54:18 UTC,"MONESES.
Hast me to find the place. Oh! my Arpasia!
Shall we not meet? Why hangs my Heart thus heavy
Like Death within my Bosom? Oh! 'tis well,
The Joy of meeting pays the pangs of Absence,
Else who could bear it?
When thy lov'd Sight shall bless my Eyes again,
Then I will own, I ought not to complain,
Since that sweet Hour is worth whole Years of Pain.
(II.i, pp. 17-18)",,21843,"","""Why hangs my Heart thus heavy / Like Death within my Bosom?""","",2013-07-17 03:54:18 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:56:37 UTC,"BAJAZET.
Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it,
Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall
Make room to entertain the vast Idea.
Oh! had I been the Master but of Yesterday,
The World, the World had felt me; and for thee,
I had us'd thee, as thou art to me,--a Dog,
The Object of my Scorn, and mortal Hatred:
I would have taught thy Neck to know my weight,
And mounted from that Footstool to my Saddle:
Then, when thy daily servile Task was done,
I would have caged thee, for the Scorn of Slaves,
Till thou hadst begg'd to die; and ev'n that Mercy
I had deny'd Thee: Now thou know'st my Mind,
And question me no farther.
(II.ii, p. 22)",,21845,"","""Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it, / Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall / Make room to entertain the vast Idea.""","",2013-07-17 03:56:37 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:58:13 UTC,"MONESES.
Stop thee there, Arpasia,
And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene;
Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind
Should muster such a train of monstrous Images,
As wou'd distract me. Oh! I cannot bear it.
Thou lovely Hoard of Sweets, where all my Joys
Were treasur'd up, to have thee rifled thus!
Thus torn untasted from my eager Wishes!
But I will have thee from him. Tamerlane
(The Sovereign Judge of Equity on Earth)
Shall do me Justice on this mighty Robber,
And render back thy Beauties to Moneses.
(II.ii, p. 28)",,21846,"","""Stop thee there, Arpasia, / And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene; / Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind / Should muster such a train of monstrous Images, / As wou'd distract me.""","",2013-07-17 03:58:13 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"MIRZA.
Indeed I did, then favour'd by the King,
And by that means a sharer in the secret.
'Twas on a day of publick Festival,
When Beauteous Artemisa stood to view,
Behind the Covert of a Golden Lattice,
When King and Court returning from the Temple;
When just as by her stand Arsaces past,
The Windows, by design or chance, fell down,
And to his view expos'd her blushing Beauties.
She seem'd surpriz'd, and presently withdrew,
But ev'n that moment was an age in Love:
So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded,
So apt to take at first the soft impression.
Soon as we were alone, I found the Evil
Already past a Remedy, and vainly
Urg'd the resentment of her Injur'd Lord:
His Love was deaf to all.
(I.i, pp. 3-4)",,21942,fixing punctuation error in C-H Lion,"""So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression.""",Impressions,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:47:18 UTC,"ARTEMISA.
It is not well, these thoughts must be remov'd:
That eating Canker Grief, with wastful spight,
Preys on the Rosie bloom of Youth and Beauty:
But Love shall chace away these clouds of sadness;
My Son shall breathe so warm a gale of sighs,
As shall dissolve those Isicles, that hang
Like death about her heart.
Attend us, holy Magus, to the King,
Nor cease to importune the mighty Gods
To grant him health, tho much I fear in vain.
(I.i, pp. 7-8)",,21947,"","""My Son shall breathe so warm a gale of sighs, / As shall dissolve those Isicles, that hang / Like death about her heart.""","",2013-07-22 02:47:18 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:54:33 UTC,"MAGAS.
Friends like Memnon
Are worth being sought in Danger; since this Age
Of most flagitious Note, degenerates
From the fam'd Vertue of our Ancestors,
And leaves but few Examples of their Excellence,
Whom should we seek for Friendships but those few,
Those happy few, within whose Breasts alone,
The Footsteps of lost Virtue yet remain?
(II.i, p. 12)",,21951,Footsteps...,"""Whom should we seek for Friendships but those few, / Those happy few, within whose Breasts alone, / The Footsteps of lost Virtue yet remain?""","",2013-07-22 02:54:33 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 03:01:57 UTC,"MIRZA.
A lucky thought
Is in my mind at once compleatly form'd,
Like Grecian Pallas in the head of Jove.
When Memnon, Artaxerxes, and their friends,
Shall, in obedience to the Holy Rites,
To morrow at the Altars bow unarm'd,
Orchanes with a party of the Guards,
Who in my Palace shall this night be plac'd,
May at that private door which opens into
The Temple, rush at once, and seize 'em all.
The Heads once safe, the mean and heartless Crowd
With Ease may be disperst.
(II.ii, p. 23)",,21955,"","""A lucky thought / Is in my mind at once compleatly form'd, / Like Grecian Pallas in the head of Jove.""","",2013-07-22 03:01:57 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"ARTABAN.
Nay then 'tis time I should Assert my self,
And tho' you gave me Birth; yet from the God's
(Who made my Father be as he was, Royal,
And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul;)
I Claim my Right to Empire; may I fall
Vile and forgotten if I Ever own
Any Superiour Being but those God's.
(IV.i, p. 43)",,21963,"","""Who made my Father be as he was, Royal, / And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul.""",Impressions,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:20:03 UTC,"ARTAXERXES.
This Gloom of horrid Night suits well my Soul,
Love, Sorrow, Conscious Worth, and Indignation,
Stir mad Confusion in my lab'ring Breast,
And I am all o're Chaos.
(IV.iii, p. 50)",,21965,"","""This Gloom of horrid Night suits well my Soul, / Love, Sorrow, Conscious Worth, and Indignation, / Stir mad Confusion in my lab'ring Breast, / And I am all o're Chaos.""","",2013-07-22 04:24:38 UTC,"Act IV, scene iii"
7842,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 18:17:03 UTC,"BASSINO.
Thanks for your Counsel--
You like a God support my feeble Virtue.
This very Morning I'll prepare for Turin,
Where Time and Absence will deface the Image
Of that bewitching Beauty, which how haunts
My tortur'd Mind--Yet, first I'll take my Leave
Of this fair Charmer--And Heaven grant
That I may see her unconcern'd--
(p. 16)",,23665,"","""This very Morning I'll prepare for Turin, / Where Time and Absence will deface the Image / Of that bewitching Beauty, which how haunts / My tortur'd Mind.""","",2014-03-12 18:17:03 UTC,""