text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"CLEONE.
Oh Love! Thou Bane of an unhappy Maid!
Still art thou busie at my panting Heart?
Still dost thou melt my Soul with thy soft Images,
And make my Ruine pleasing? Fondly I try
By Gales of Sighs and Floods of streaming Tears,
To vent my Sorrows, and asswage my Passions.
Still fresh Supplies renew th'exhausted Stores.
Love reigns my Tyrant, to himself alone
He vindicates the Empire of my Breast,
And banishes all Thoughts of Joy for ever.
(III.i, p. 25)",2013-07-22 04:10:47 UTC,"""Love reigns my Tyrant, to himself alone / He vindicates the Empire of my Breast, / And banishes all Thoughts of Joy for ever.""",2013-07-22 04:10:47 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,Empire,"",C-H Lion,21957,7553
"CLEONE.
Forbid it all ye chaster powers, that favour
The modesty and Innocence of Maids:
No, till my death no other breast but thine
Shall e're participate the fatal secret.
O could I think that he had ever known
My hidden flame, shame and confusion
Would force my Virgin soul to leave her mansion,
And certain Death ensue.
Thou name'st the fair Amestris, didst thou not?
(III.i, p. 26)",2013-07-22 04:12:09 UTC,"""O could I think that he had ever known / My hidden flame, shame and confusion / Would force my Virgin soul to leave her mansion, / And certain Death ensue.""",2013-07-22 04:12:09 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21958,7553
"CLEONE.
I envy not her happiness;
Tho sure few of our Sex are blest like her
In such a Godlike Lord.
Would I had been a man!
With honour then I might have sought his friendship!
Perhaps from long experience of my faith,
He might have lov'd me better than the rest.
Amidst the dangers of the horrid War,
Still had I been the nearest to his side;
In Courts and Triumphs still had shar'd his joys,
Or when the sportful Chace had call'd us forth,
Together had we cheer'd our foaming Steeds,
Together prest the Savage o're the plain.
And when o're labour'd with the pleasing toil,
Stretcht on the verdant soil had slept together.
But whither does my roving fancy wander?
These are the sick dreams of fantastick Love.
So in a Calenture, the Sea man fancies
Green Fields and Flowry Meadows on the Ocean,
Till leaping in, the wretch is lost for ever.
(III.i, pp. 26-7)",2013-07-22 04:12:58 UTC,"""But whither does my roving fancy wander?""",2013-07-22 04:12:58 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21959,7553
"ARTABAN.
Forbear to argue, with that Angel Face,
Against the Passion thou wert form'd to raise.
Alas! thy frozen Heart has only known
Love in Reverse, not tasted of its Joys;
The Wishes, soft Desires, and pleasing Pains,
That centre all in most extatick Bliss.
Oh, lovely Maid, mis-pend no more that Treasure
Of Youth and Charms, which lavish Nature gives;
The Paphian Goddess frowns at thy Delay;
By her fair self and by her Son she swears,
Thy Beauties are devoted to her Service.
No! now she shoots her fires into my Breast,
She urges my Desires, and bids me seize thee,
[Taking her Hand, and kissing it.]
And bear thee as a Victim to her Altar,
Then offer up ten thousand thousand Joys,
As an amends for all thy former Coldness.
(III.i, p. 28)",2013-07-22 04:14:12 UTC,"""No! now she shoots her fires into my Breast, / She urges my Desires, and bids me seize thee.""",2013-07-22 04:14:12 UTC,"Act III, scene I","",,"","",C-H Lion,21960,7553
"What is the Soul of Man but Light,
Drawn down from thy transcendant height?
What but an Intellectual Beam?
A Spark of thy immortal Flame?
For as thou rulest with gladsome Rays
The greater World, so this the less,
And like thy own diffusive Soul,
Shoots Life and Vigour thro' the whole.
Since then from thee at first it came,
To thee, tho' clogg'd, it points its flame,
And conscious of superiour Birth,
Despises this unkindred Earth.
(III.ii, ""Hymn to the Sun,"" by W. Shippen, p. 34)",2013-07-22 04:15:33 UTC,"""What is the Soul of Man but Light, / Drawn down from thy transcendant height? / What but an Intellectual Beam? / A Spark of thy immortal Flame?""",2013-07-22 04:15:33 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21961,7553
"MIRZA.
What means this foreign warmth within my Breast?
Is this a time for any thought but Vengeance?
That fatal Beauty dazles my weak Sense,
And blasts the Resolution of my Soul:
My Eyes in contradiction to my Purpose,
Still bent to her, and drunk the Poyson in;
While I stood stupid in Suspence of Thought.
And now like Oyl my flaming Spirits blaze;
My Arteries, my Heart, my Brain is scorch't,
And I am all one Fury. Feeble Mirza!
Can'st thou give way to dotage, and become
The jest of Fools? No! 'tis Impossible:
Revenge shall rouse, and with her Iron Whips
Lash forth this lazy Ague from my Blood,
This Malady of Girls. Remember Statesman,
Thy Fate and future Fortunes now are forming,
And summon all thy Counsels to their Aid,
Ev'n thy whole Soul. It wo'not be; Amestris
Still rises uppermost in all my Thoughts,
The Master-piece of Nature. The Boy God
Laughs at my Rage, and triumph o're my Folly.
Ha! by the Gods 'tis doing! Now my Stars
[A tumultuous Noise is heard.]
Be kind and make me Master of my wish at once.
[Enter Magas.]
But see the Priest! Why dost thou state and tremble,
Have we succeeded, say; and ease my Fears.
(III.ii, pp. 35-6)",2013-07-22 04:16:30 UTC,"""And now like Oyl my flaming Spirits blaze; / My Arteries, my Heart, my Brain is scorch't, / And I am all one Fury.""",2013-07-22 04:16:30 UTC,"Act III, scene ii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21962,7553
"ARTABAN.
Nay then 'tis time I should Assert my self,
And tho' you gave me Birth; yet from the God's
(Who made my Father be as he was, Royal,
And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul;)
I Claim my Right to Empire; may I fall
Vile and forgotten if I Ever own
Any Superiour Being but those God's.
(IV.i, p. 43)",2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"""Who made my Father be as he was, Royal, / And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul.""",2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"Act IV, scene i","",,Impressions,"",C-H Lion,21963,7553
"ARTAXERXES.
Oh! Torture of my Soul! damn'd racking Thought
Am not I too reserv'd for servile Vassalage?
To be the Subject of a Boys Command?
A Boy by Nature set beneath my Sway?
And born to be my Slave! shall he triumph?
And bid me Live or Die? Shall he dispose
His beardless Visage to a scornful Smile,
And tell me that his Pleasure is my Fate?
No! my disdainful Soul shall struggle out
And start at once from its dishonour'd Mansion.
(IV.iii, p. 48)",2013-07-22 04:18:50 UTC,"""No! my disdainful Soul shall struggle out / And start at once from its dishonour'd Mansion.""",2013-07-22 04:18:50 UTC,"Act IV, scene iii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21964,7553
"ARTAXERXES.
This Gloom of horrid Night suits well my Soul,
Love, Sorrow, Conscious Worth, and Indignation,
Stir mad Confusion in my lab'ring Breast,
And I am all o're Chaos.
(IV.iii, p. 50)",2013-07-22 04:24:38 UTC,"""This Gloom of horrid Night suits well my Soul, / Love, Sorrow, Conscious Worth, and Indignation, / Stir mad Confusion in my lab'ring Breast, / And I am all o're Chaos.""",2013-07-22 04:20:03 UTC,"Act IV, scene iii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21965,7553
"ARTAXERXES.
Ten thousand dismal Fancies crowd my Thoughts,
Oh! is it possible thou can'st be she,
Thou most unhappy fair one?
(IV.iii, p. 53)",2013-07-22 04:23:45 UTC,"""Ten thousand dismal Fancies crowd my Thoughts.""",2013-07-22 04:21:01 UTC,"Act IV, scene iii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21966,7553