text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"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 21:23:04 UTC,"""My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love, / Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.""",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-01-12,"","•The ""captiv'd Breast"" is an extra touch. Nice.","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",10343,3981
"SIR JOHN.
And can you persist after this, my Lord?--don't --for my sake don't.--
LORD
A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates.
SIR JOHN
I know my uncle is impatient for my return, and therefore I cannot remain any longer here--but I am sorry to leave you--very sorry to leave you in this situation, indeed, my Lord--Now promise to get the better of your passion--it will make me much happier if you will.
LORD
I can promise nothing--why don't you go to your uncle?
SIR JOHN
I am going--I must go, or he'll never pardon it.
(II.i)",2013-03-23 20:52:39 UTC,"""A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, Scene i","",,"","","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Drama)",15238,5710
"SEYFEL.
Oppression's arts, unworthy of the brave
To be the Prince's slave, t' enslave his people,
To crouch, or cruelly exact obedience,
Dazzled a while—but now demand repentance.
The noble Cyrus, with a lavish hand,
Would heap on me full measure of rewards;
I ever was the partner of his counsels—
But Cyrus died—and I was soon forgotten.
Cambyses I abandon'd—impious man!
Unworthy successor of such a father!
Ecbatan, as yet the abode of Media's Prince,
At her new court conceal'd my hoary head,
Till Smerdis, governing the Median realm,
Smerdis, who sought the ruin of the virtuous,
Gave a decisive blow to all my hopes;
The unbridled Athamand, his sister's son,
In firm alliance with a noble princess,
Whom Persia's court had destin'd to his love,
(His tyrant passions brooking no controul,)
Demanded Zobeide as despotic master.
(pp. 7-8)",2014-03-12 20:14:34 UTC,"""The unbridled Athamand, his sister's son, / In firm alliance with a noble princess, / Whom Persia's court had destin'd to his love, / (His tyrant passions brooking no controul,) / Demanded Zobeide as despotic master.""",2014-03-12 20:14:34 UTC,"","",,Empire,"",ECCO-TCP,23671,7844
"INDATER.
Shall kings controul th' eternal rights of nature?
The free-born mind is royal of itself,
Nor asks vain glosses from exterior grandeur.
(p. 49)",2014-03-12 20:18:37 UTC,"""Shall kings controul th' eternal rights of nature? / The free-born mind is royal of itself, / Nor asks vain glosses from exterior grandeur.""",2014-03-12 20:18:37 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23676,7844