work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4453,"",Researching Soliloquy in HDIS,2004-03-05 00:00:00 UTC,"TRUMORE
with a Letter in his Hand.
What is this Love?
This strange unruly Something in the Soul,
That baffles all our bravest Resolutions;
And, like a Fire once kindled in a Mine,
Can ne'er be throughly quench'd?--
An Hour ago I thought my Heart as cool,
As any rambling Libertine could wish.
But now this Letter (which shows how near I'm losing Her I lov'd, to a designing mercenary Villain) has rais'd the dying Embers to a Flame.--What can I do? It would be but Justice to let her suffer for her Follies--Vain, inconsiderate Woman! to expose and abuse me, in return to my generous disinterested Passion--and to doat on that empty Fop, that Shell of a Man--
(III.i)",,11730,•I've included twice: Mine and Fire,"Love is a ""strange unruly Something in the Soul"" that ""like a Fire once kindled in a Mine, / Can ne'er be thoroughly quench'd""","",2009-09-14 19:36:12 UTC,Opening of III.i
4453,Soliloquy,Researching Soliloquy in HDIS,2004-03-05 00:00:00 UTC,"VICTORIA Sola.
VICTORIA
Well, Clarinda, I see you are true to the Maxim of your Sex, of two Evils, to chuse the worst; tho' I should think my self very fortunate, as the World goes now, to have such an honourable Lover as the Colonel--but, alas! I am wretched, in having plac'd my first Affections on a Man that so little deserves them--I was in hopes his mean Attempt on my Virtue, had banish'd every tender Thought of him from my Breast: But I find his Image is too strongly stamp'd, to be so soon effac'd; and whilst I am thinking to forget him--I fear I'm only thinking of him--Ha! here again!--and I alone --I was certainly bewitch'd!--Bless me! what can I do?--Where shall I run?--O, here's an Arbour, I'll hide my self in that.
[Goes into the Arbour.
Enter GAINLOVE, musing.
GAINLOVE
How powerful are the Charms of Modesty!
That, like the Sun-beams ripening Gems in Rocks,
Can kindle Virtues in the roughest Breast.
What a happy Turn of Mind, and generous Sentiments, has the inflexible Innocence of that lovely Creature inspir'd me with--And I now feel a more exquisite Pleasure from a Repulse--than I e'er knew in all my vicious Conquests o'er the Sex.
VICTORIA
[listning.]
Pray Heaven he speak the Truth.
GAINLOVE
How falsely have I hitherto judg'd of Happiness! placing my Heaven in Luxury and Lewdness, where still the very Means prevent the End; for Vicious Pleasures are destroyed like Powder, by the same Match they are kindl'd; and could but Women search our Breasts, they would easily perceive that the only way to preserve our Love and Admiration, is to gain our Esteem, by preserving their own Virtue--for we no longer regard a beauteous Face, than 'tis the Index of a beauteous Mind.
VICTORIA
Well, I am strangely pleased with this--I may venture to let him see me now--
[Walks across the Stage, as not observing him.
GAINLOVE
Ha! is not that she?--it is--and I'll embrace this lucky Moment to sue for Pardon,
[Going towards her, stops short.]
and yet, methinks I'm now asham'd to see her; for sure she must scorn and hate me for my senseless Insult--No--I injure her by such unjust Suspicions--real Innocence, and unaffected Virtue, never insult a Person for Mistakes they are sensible of and acknowledge--
[Goes up to her, and takes her by the Hand
VICTORIA
[Starting, as seeming surpized.]
What, Sir's, your Meaning --to affront me in the manner you have done already?
(III.i)",,11732,"•Two Mineral metaphors in one scene!? There is a character in this play named Lady Science, who spouts natural philosophy left and right. All possibly interesting.","The ""Charms of Modesty"" may ""kindle Virtues in the roughest Breast"" ""like the Sun-beams ripening Gems in Rocks""","",2009-09-14 19:36:12 UTC,III.i
5083,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"ELEA.
My lord, farewell--is this thy hated errand?
Hated indeed, if Henry sent thee on it.
Thou art employ'd, I see, to try my heart:
It is the king's till his unkindness break it.
Ah how unkind! so kind while yet a prince!
If thus a golden crown can steel his heart,
O may I ne'er behold him while a king!
No--be some humble cell my future lot,
Princes and kings, and all but heaven forgot.",,13673,"","""If thus a golden crown can steel his heart, / O may I ne'er behold him while a king!""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:38:57 UTC,"Act III, scene ii"
5497,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""silver"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-03 00:00:00 UTC,"XXII.
[Chorus]
Pale-eyed Affright, his heart of silver hue,
In vain essayed her bosom to acale.
She heard, unscared, the shrieking voice of woe,
And sadness in the owlet shake the dale.
She shook the armèd spear,
On high she raised her shield,
Her foemen all appear,
And fly along the field.
",,14714,"","""Pale-eyed Affright, his heart of silver hue, / In vain essayed her bosom to acale.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:43 UTC,""
5513,Sympathy; Magnetism,"Searching ""steel"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"MELT.
There is an instinct in man, that is as quick to discern, as it is fond to seek alliance and fellowship with its like.--As to my Fanny and myself, our souls had been created, like sympathetic steel and magnet, to leap together at first sight!--I conducted her to her house.--I took upon me my pleasing portion of all her griefs.--She admitted me for her servant, her solicitor--her bless'd companion, Townley!--At length we married; and, soon after, set out for London, by the sweetest tour, sure, that ever was taken.--We made it a jaunt of several weeks--we were in no hurry--we carried our Eden within us and about us, wherever we went--till we arrived yesterday se'nnight, at the end of our journey, and the beginning of our misfortunes!",,14753,"","""As to my Fanny and myself, our souls had been created, like sympathetic steel and magnet, to leap together at first sight!""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:41:49 UTC,"Act I, scene ii"
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:26:46 UTC,"GUSTAVUS.
Yes, I know,
When such as thou with sacrilegious Hand
Seize on the Apostolic Key of Heav'n,
It then becomes a Tool for crafty Knaves
To shut out Virtue, and unfold those Gates,
That Heav'n itself had barr'd against the Lusts
Of Avarice and Ambition--soft, and sweet,
As Looks of Charity, or Voice of Lambs
That bleat upon the Morning, are the Words
Of Christian Meekness! Mission all divine!
The Law of Love sole Mandate--but your Gall,
Ye Swedish Prelacy! Your Gall hath turn'd
The Words of sweet, but indigested Peace,
To Wrath and Bitterness--Ye hallowed Men!
In whom Vice sanctifies, whose Precepts teach
Zeal without Truth, Religion without Virtue,
Who ne'er preach Heav'n but with a downward Eye
That turns your Souls to Dross; who shouting loose
The Dogs of Hell upon us. Thefts, and Rapes,
Sack'd Towns, and midnight Howlings thro' the Realm
Receive your Sanction--O 'tis glorious Mischief!
When Vice turns holy, puts Religion on,
Assumes the Robe pontifical, the Eye
Of saintly Elevation, blesseth Sin,
And makes the Seal of sweet offended Heav'n
A Sign of Blood, a Label for Decrees,
That Hell wou'd shrink to own.--
(p. 62)
",,22767,"","""Ye hallowed Men! / In whom Vice sanctifies, whose Precepts teach / Zeal without Truth, Religion without Virtue, / Who ne'er preach Heav'n but with a downward Eye / That turns your Souls to Dross; who shouting loose / The Dogs of Hell upon us.""",Metal,2013-09-16 04:26:46 UTC,""