work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5094,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Prose)",2011-07-27 14:37:06 UTC,"Mr. Faulkland paused a little while, and then, with a noble frankness, replied: 'You know, my dear Miss Burchell, with what an excess of passion I have ever loved Mrs. Arnold: Had no such woman existed, you would have been my choice, preferably to any other: but when I first knew you, I looked upon myself as bound to her, though, at that time, I had never seen her: my knowledge of her afterwards confirmed me her's. I made no secret of this to you, and you may remember what my declarations to you were, even at the time my hopes were frustrated. I have loved her fervently ever since; even in the arms of a husband I adored her; and I will be candid enough to own to you, that, as my attachment to her has, during all that time, estranged me from you, so should I still, had I the least hopes of succeeding, have persisted in my suit. But she has cut off all hope; she has declared she never can be mine, and at the same time has represented my obligations to you in so strong a light, that I am convinced I ought to be your's. And let me own, Madam, (you who are generous, and know what it is to love, will pardon a declaration which I durst not make to any other woman) to you I will confess that Mrs. Arnold is arbitress of my fate; and in approving myself to her, I do so to my own conscience. I do not therefore, though my actions have been guided by her, yield with reluctance to her will: her virtue, her religion, and enlarged mind, have only dictated to me, what my own reason tells me I ought to do. I have been a slave to a hopeless passion too long; I am now resolved to struggle with my chains: you, Madam, must assist me in breaking them intirely; and I make no doubt but that time, joined to my own efforts, and aided by your sweetness of disposition, your tenderness, and admirable sense, will enable me to conquer what I must now call a weakness, and make the triumph equally happy for us both. But remember, Madam, I never see Mrs. Arnold more. 'Tis for your peace sake as well as my own, that I make this a preliminary to our marriage. I will, when you shall vouchsafe me the honour of your hand, receive it, if you please, from Lady Bidulph; and as I presume it will be agreeable to you to have the ceremony intirely private, that I may, for our dear little boy's sake, present you rather as my acknowledged wife, than as my new-made bride, I will, with the utmost speed and secrecy, have such dispositions made, as shall be suitable to my condition, and your own merit.
(pp 25-8)",,19017,"","""I have been a slave to a hopeless passion too long; I am now resolved to struggle with my chains: you, Madam, must assist me in breaking them intirely; and I make no doubt but that time, joined to my own efforts, and aided by your sweetness of disposition, your tenderness, and admirable sense, will enable me to conquer what I must now call a weakness, and make the triumph equally happy for us both.""",Fetters,2011-07-27 14:37:06 UTC,""
7106,"",Searching in Google Books,2011-10-06 21:02:26 UTC,"I.
Fancy leads the fetter'd senses
Captives to her fond controul;
Merit may have rich pretences,
But 'tis Fancy fires the soul.
II.
Far beyond the bonds of meaning
Fancy flies, a Fairy queen!
Fancy, wit, and worth disdaining,
Gives the prize to Harlequin.
III.
If the virgin's false, forgive her;
Fancy was your only foe:
Cupid claims the dart and quiver,
But 'tis Fancy twangs the bow.
(p. 45)",,19251,"","""Far beyond the bonds of meaning / Fancy flies, a Fairy queen!""",Fetters,2014-08-05 03:26:42 UTC,""
6224,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-06 20:01:40 UTC,"RECITATIVE
Yet, why repine? What, though by bonds confined,
Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind?
Have we not cause for triumph when we see
Ourselves alone from idol-worship free?
Are not this very day those rites begun,
Where prostrate error hails the rising sun?
Do not our tyrant lords this day ordain
For superstition's rites and mirth profane?
And should we mourn? should coward virtue fly,
When impious folly rears her front on high?
No; rather let us triumph still the more,
And as our fortune sinks, our wishes soar.
(I.i)",,19386,"","""Yet, why repine? What, though by bonds confined, / Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind?""",Fetters,2012-01-06 20:01:40 UTC,"Act I, Scene i"