id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
14523,"","",," ""Not all their cruelty (the fair rejoin'd) / Shall ever boast a conquest o'er my mind""",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" and ""conque"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",5419,"'For this are daughters born, (Faldoni cried)
'To fall the victims of parental pride!
'When nature, youth, and sympathy unite,
'Say, shall a father's voice forbid the rite?
'Shall he, with cruel and relentless hands,
'O'erthrow the altar? tear the nuptial bands?
'But thou with love and virtue shall combine,
'To break the law that bids thee not be mine:
'Still shall the lov'd Teresa be my bride:
'Not Fortune's gifts to which thou art allied,
'In my attachment claim'd their venal part,
'I sought what love requires, a tender heart:
'Tho' wreck'd, despoil'd, of Fortune's golden store,
'Rich only in thy heart, I prize thee more.
'With me ascend yon Alpinean height,
'Let Italy's bright sun illume our flight,
'There, haply there, at our disastrous tale,
'In some kind breast compassion may prevail!
'In vain--for busy apprehension still
'Alarms my love, and traverses my will:
'Worn with the labours of the length'ning way,
'Should'st thou sink down to weariness a prey:
'If in that moment, by thy father led,
'Of Ruffians thou should'st hear the thund'ring tread,
'What wou'd my rage, by love impell'd, avail,
'If, as the coward numbers shou'd prevail,
'(Thou most ador'd, thou blest with every charm)
'They still shou'd tear thee from this vanquish'd arm,
'Not all their cruelty (the fair rejoin'd)
'Shall ever boast a conquest o'er my mind,
'Ne'er shall they wrest this heart, still uncontrol'd,
'From Constancy's embrace, and Passion's hold:
'If to the law that bids me not be thine,
'One more severe, a father, shou'd adjoin,
'To rescue still my soul from that distress,
'A thought, enbosom'd in this heart's recess,
'Shou'd, rising into act--Ah spare the rest!--
'Say can't thy fancy my resolve suggest?--
'This poniard--","",2009-09-14 19:41:07 UTC
16043,"",Negated Metaphor,,"""Ah me! the passion that my soul misled / Was check'd, not conquer'd; buried, but not dead.""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Searching ""conque"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",•I've included twice: Conquest and Burial
•Rich passage,6053,"Yon midnight bell, that frights the peaceful air!
Commands the Fathers to their wonted pray'r:
Now in long order flows the sable throng,
Like a dark, sullen stream that creeps along:
Why joins not Abelard the sainted train?
Does torpid sloth his ling'ring steps detain?
These walls, that pillow steep'd in tears, attest
That sleep is exil'd from this tortur'd breast:
This lamp proclaims the same, whose trembling beam
Guides while my hand pursues the glowing theme:
While the dread secret from my soul I tear,
And unreserv'd my bosom'd feelings bare.
Ah me! the passion that my soul misled
Was check'd, not conquer'd; buried, but not dead:
Now bursting from the grave, in evil hour,
It hastens to its prey with fiercer pow'r,
And, vulture-like, with appetite increas'd
It riots on the undiminish'd feast.
Daughter of Paraclete dost thou complain
In iron silence that I lock'd my pain?
That not to thee (soft solacer in woe)
I bad the troubled waves of Anguish flow?
Methought the course of three long years' retreat
Would scarce thy length'ning sacrifice complete:
Methought I should profane the hallow'd rite,
Did my laments thy pitying ear affright:
Thus at the altar, wrapt in holy dread,
The youth of Macedon in silence bled,
Nor from his tortur'd and consuming hand
Dismiss'd the living close-adhering brand[1].
But now thy slow inauguration's o'er,
And thou hast reach'd Religion's tranquil shore,
Now that stern habit throws without controul
Her chain of adamant around thy soul,
May not th' unhappy Abelard disclose
(To her who pities most) his train of woes?","",2009-09-14 19:45:30 UTC