work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3453,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"ROMEO
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead --
Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think! --
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor.
Ah me, how sweet is love itself possessed
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
(V.i.1-11)",,8804,•I've included twice: Throne and Lord,"""My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, / And all this day an unaccustomed spirit / Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.""",Throne,2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,"Act V, scene i. Romeo is about to hear that Juliet is dead"
3981,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"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.
",2012-01-12,10343,"•The ""captiv'd Breast"" is an extra touch. Nice.","""My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love, / Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.""","",2012-01-12 21:23:04 UTC,""
4212,"",Searching HDIS,2004-10-13 00:00:00 UTC,"MODE.
Love, Love and Joy, old Wormwood; I have made a League with my Youth to get the better of Time; I have fast hold of his Fore-lock, and won't let a Moment pass without Enjoyment.
Impatient Sense, and Nature dies,
And Love a Second Life supplies.
Gentle Boy then fill my Cup,
A Bumper Cupid, fill it up
With Youth, and Wit, and noble Fires,
Vigorous Health, and young Desires.
FREE.
Humph!--a poetical Fop too; but let me tell you, Friend, you mistake your Passion; tis not Love, but Lust, Love is a generous Volunteer; Lust a Mercenary Slave. Love is a Court of Honour in the Heart; but what you call Love is only a scandalous Itching, a Rebellion in the Blood.
MODE.
I don't know what you wou'd have by Love and Desire; I think they are only different Words for the same Meaning. Liking begets Love, Love Desire, Desire Rage, and Rage Rapture.
FREE.
This Fellow's in a Blaze, his Blood has set him all on Fire.",,10942,"•Included twice: Volunteer, Slave.","""Love is a generous Volunteer; Lust a Mercenary Slave""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:35:24 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv (4i?)"
7120,"",Reading,2011-10-25 21:10:31 UTC,"PROMETHEUS
Why, ye are thus now;
Yet am I king over myself, and rule
The torturing and conflicting throngs within,
As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous.
(I, ll. 491-2)",,19292,"","""Yet am I king over myself, and rule / The torturing and conflicting throngs within, / As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous.""","",2011-10-25 21:10:31 UTC,Act I
7495,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-29 06:00:34 UTC,"QUEEN.
Against my self my rebel Passions arm;
They bound within my Breast to meet this Victor.
Were not my Mind enslav'd, were that but free,
How could I brave my Chains? how calm look down
On those lost Glories, which adorn a Crown?
[Enter Lucius. He kneels.]
Why does the conqu'ring Prince of Britain kneel
To me, no more a Queen, a wretched Captive?
What wou'd my Lord? for I am all Confusion.
(II.i, pp 9-10)",,21302,"","""Against my self my rebel Passions arm; / They bound within my Breast to meet this Victor.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-29 06:00:55 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
7628,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-18 19:56:34 UTC,"AIR.
I.
What state of life can be so blest
As love that warms a lover's breast;
Two souls in one the same desire,
To grant the bliss, and to require?
But if in heav'n a hell we find,
'Tis all from thee, Oh! jealousy,
Thou tyrant of the mind.
II.
False in thy glass all objects are,
Some set too near, and some too far;
Thou art the fire of endless night,
The fire that burns, and gives no light.
All torments, ev'ry ill, we find
In only thee, Oh! jealousy,
Thou tyrant of the mind.
(p. 13)",,22385,"","""Oh! jealousy, / Thou tyrant of the mind.""",Inhabitants,2013-08-18 19:56:34 UTC,""
7636,"",LION,2013-08-20 03:05:30 UTC,"ARSINOE
If a single thought
Were tinctur'd with disloyalty, this hand
Shou'd pierce my heart to drive the rebel out.
Your strict command with pleasure I obey;
For at the sight of Salomé, my breast
Shivers with chilling horror, and revolves
The destiny which a Chaldæan seer
Of late foretold: The pious sage had pass'd
Full sixty winters in a private cell;
His locks were silver'd o'er with reverend white;
And on his cheeks appear'd the pale effect
Of studious abstinence: His custom was
In his small hermitage t' outwatch the moon,
To marshal in his schemes the host of heav'n;
And from their ruling influence at the birth,
Form'd his predictions. As the Princess pass'd,
I ask'd him if his foresight cou'd discern
The colour of her fate: he answer'd, black!
'Tis black checquer'd with blood! deep in her breast
I see the dagger doom'd by heav'ns decree
To cut her half-spun thread.
(pp. 10-11)",,22469,"","""If a single thought / Were tinctur'd with disloyalty, this hand / Shou'd pierce my heart to drive the rebel out.""",Inhabitants,2013-08-20 03:05:30 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:59:28 UTC,"CICERO.
Author of Life, behold and help thy Creature!
Is Reason giv'n us, yet its use denied?
So were thy gift our torment. Freely then,
Oh! let me ask, by what law dost thou govern?
By Justice--as becomes a gracious Father?
Or by wild will--as suits a lawless King?
Not so besure. Then let the guilty tremble;
Virtue is safe from harm. So I myself
Guilty pronounce; else wherefore thus undone?
Does Conscience, that just Judge, confirm my sentence?
There I am clear. My faults are then not mine,
But Nature's; against which no verdict lies:
Have the Gods less forbearance?
(p. 61)",,22678,"","""Does Conscience, that just Judge, confirm my sentence? / There I am clear.""",Court and Inhabitants,2013-09-04 01:59:28 UTC,""
7763,"","Reading Clarissa, p. 742 in Penguin edition",2013-11-12 04:36:40 UTC,"BORGIA.
O, 'tis confess'd;
And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart,
She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever:
She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me
Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces,
Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties.
O! hadst thou seen her when she lately blest me,
What tears, what looks, and languishings she darted;
Love bath'd himself in the distilling Balm:
And oh the subtle God has made his entrance
Quite through my heart; he shouts and triumphs too,
And all his Cry is Death, or Bellamira.
(II.i, p. 24)",,23184,"","""O, 'tis confess'd; / And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart, / She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever: / She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me / Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces, / Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties.""",Empire and Inhabitants,2013-11-12 04:36:40 UTC,"Act II, scene i"