updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,,"Act I, Scene i","","",20542,"Queen. In such an endless Maze I rove,
Lost in Labyrinths of Love,
My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns,
While Fear and Rage
With Hope engage,
And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.
(I.i, p. 3)",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,7410,"""Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.""",""
2013-06-12 13:48:41 UTC,,"Act III, Scene i","INTEREST: a ""visionary"" battle, literalized in the brain.","",20543,"I Ang. See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance,
And shakes a visionary Lance,
His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms,
Shouting Armies, clashing Arms,
The softer Prints of Love deface;
And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.
Both. Glory Strives,
The Field is won,
Fame revives
And Love is Gone.
(III.i, p. 28)",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:48:22 UTC,7410,"""See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance, / And shakes a visionary Lance, / His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms, / Shouting Armies, clashing Arms, / The softer Prints of Love deface; / And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.""",Impressions and Inhabitants
2013-06-12 13:52:05 UTC,,"Act III, Scene i","","",20544,"Enter King.
Some dreadful Birth of Fate is near:
Or why, my Soul, unus'd to fear
With secret Horror dost thou shake?
Can Dreams such dire Impressions make!
What means this solemn silent Show?
This Pomp of Death, this Scene of Woe!
Support me, Heav'n! What's this I read?
O Horror! Rosamond is dead.
What shall I say, or whither turn?
With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn:
From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd,
And in the Whirle of Passion lost.
Why did I not in Battle fall,
Crush'd with the Thunder of the Gauls
Why did the Spear my Bosom miss;
Ye Pow'rs, was I reserv'd for this!
Disracted with Woe
I'll rush on the Foe
To seek my Relief:
The Sword or the Dart
Shall pierce my sad Heart,
And finish my Grief!
(III.i, p. 31)",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:52:05 UTC,7410,"""Some dreadful Birth of Fate is near: / Or why, my Soul, unus'd to fear / With secret Horror dost thou shake? / Can Dreams such dire Impressions make!""",Impressions
2013-06-12 13:53:56 UTC,,"Act III, Scene i","","",20545,"Enter King.
Some dreadful Birth of Fate is near:
Or why, my Soul, unus'd to fear
With secret Horror dost thou shake?
Can Dreams such dire Impressions make!
What means this solemn silent Show?
This Pomp of Death, this Scene of Woe!
Support me, Heav'n! What's this I read?
O Horror! Rosamond is dead.
What shall I say, or whither turn?
With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn:
From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd,
And in the Whirle of Passion lost.
Why did I not in Battle fall,
Crush'd with the Thunder of the Gauls
Why did the Spear my Bosom miss;
Ye Pow'rs, was I reserv'd for this!
Disracted with Woe
I'll rush on the Foe
To seek my Relief:
The Sword or the Dart
Shall pierce my sad Heart,
And finish my Grief!
(III.i, p. 31)",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:53:56 UTC,7410,"""What shall I say, or whither turn? / With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn: From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd, / And in the Whirle of Passion lost.""",""