text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "ALONZO
—snatching his hand.
Ere yet we were,
Our finer tones of mind some guardian spirit
Touch'd into harmony; and, when we met,
Th' according strings struck forth a sound so sweet,
That heav'n itself might listen! love! ev'n love,
That brand of discord, burns within our bosoms,
Pale—cold—before the steady flame of virtue!
(IV.i, p. 44)",2013-08-16 02:54:34 UTC,"""Ere yet we were, / Our finer tones of mind some guardian spirit / Touch'd into harmony; and, when we met, / Th' according strings struck forth a sound so sweet, / That heav'n itself might listen! love! ev'n love, / That brand of discord, burns within our bosoms, / Pale—cold—before the steady flame of virtue!""",2013-08-16 02:54:34 UTC,"Act IV, scene i","",,"","",Searching in ECCO-TCP,22168,7588