updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:34:57 UTC,10399,"GRA.
My aim is fixt at the Rich and Great, he that has Wealth enough, yet longs for more, Count Pirro, the Governour's Heir and Nephew, that rich Lord that knows no end of his large Fortunes, yet still gapes on, for Gold is a sure Bait to gain him, no other Loadstone can attrack his iron heart, 'tis proof against the force of Beauty, else I should not need this Stratagem, for Nature has not prov'd a Nigard to my Daughter.",Magnetism,"""Gold is a sure Bait to gain him, no other Loadstone can attrack his iron heart, 'tis proof against the force of Beauty, else I should not need this Stratagem, for Nature has not prov'd a Nigard to my Daughter.""",4014,2009-03-23,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,•Dramatis Personae: Gravello A Sicilian Lord Father to Lucasia.
•INTEREST. USE in entry as epigraph.,"Act I, scene i",Metal
2013-07-18 18:07:11 UTC,21858,"ALTAMONT.
My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast,
Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you,
Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought,
This wond'rous Goodness stirs. But 'tis impossible,
And Utterance all is vile; since I can only
Swear you reign here, but never tell how much.
(I.i, p. 3)","","""My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast, / Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you, / Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought, / This wond'rous Goodness stirs.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:07:11 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-18 18:13:58 UTC,21859,"ALTAMONT.
When, at your Intercession,
Last Night Calista yielded to my Happiness,
Just e'er we parted, as I seal'd my Vows
With Rapture on her Lips, I found her Cold,
As a dead Lover's Statue on his Tomb;
A rising storm of Passion shook her Breast,
Her Eyes a piteous show'r of Tears let fall,
And then she sigh'd as if her Heart were breaking.
With all the tend'rest Eloquence of Love
I beg'd to be a Sharer in her Grief;
But she, with Looks averse, and Eyes that froze me,
Sadly reply'd, her Sorrows were her own,
Nor in a Father's Pow'r to dispose of.
(I.i, p. 4)","","""A rising storm of Passion shook her Breast, / Her Eyes a piteous show'r of Tears let fall, / And then she sigh'd as if her Heart were breaking.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:13:58 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-18 18:16:10 UTC,21860,"LOTHARIO.
Oh 'twas great.
I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid,
Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes;
Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour,
Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking.
Within her rising Bosom all was calm,
As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only
Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.
I snatch'd the glorious, golden Opportunity,
And with prevailing, youthful Ardour prest her,
'Till with short Sighs, and murmuring Reluctance,
The yielding Fair one gave me perfect Happiness.
Ev'n all the live-long Night we past in Bliss,
In Extacies too fierce to last for ever;
At length the Morn and cold Indifference came;
When fully sated with the luscious Banquet,
I hastily took leave, and left the Nymph
To think on what was past, and sigh alone.
(I.i, pp. 5-6)","","""I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:16:10 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",Inhabitants
2013-07-18 18:18:03 UTC,21861,"LOTHARIO.
Too soon I saw her;
For oh! that Meeting was not like the former;
I found my Heart no more beat high with Transport,
No more I sigh'd, and languish'd for Enjoyment,
'Twas past, and Reason took her turn to reign,
While ev'ry Weakness fell before her Throne.
(I.i, p. 6)","","""I found my Heart no more beat high with Transport, / No more I sigh'd, and languish'd for Enjoyment, / 'Twas past, and Reason took her turn to reign, / While ev'ry Weakness fell before her Throne.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:18:03 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",Throne
2013-07-18 18:19:42 UTC,21862,"LOTHARIO.
Ev'n as the Earth,
When, (Winds pent up, or eating Fires beneath
Shaking the Mass) she labours with Destruction.
At first her Rage was dumb, and wanted Words,
But when the Storm found way, 'twas wild and loud.
Mad as the Priestess of the Delphick God,
Enthusiastick Passion swell'd her Breast,
Enlarg'd her Voice, and ruffled all her Form;
Proud, and disdainful of the Love I profferr'd,
She call'd me Villain! Monster! Base! Betrayer!
At last, in very bitterness of Soul,
With deadly Imprecations on her self,
She vow'd severely ne'er to see me more;
Then bid me fly that minute; I obey'd,
And bowing left her to grow cool at leisure.
(I.i, pp. 6-7)","","""At first her Rage was dumb, and wanted Words, / But when the Storm found way, 'twas wild and loud. / Mad as the Priestess of the Delphick God, / Enthusiastick Passion swell'd her Breast, / Enlarg'd her Voice, and ruffled all her Form.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:19:42 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-18 21:20:00 UTC,21863,"HORATIO.
[...]
The lost indeed! for thou art gone as far
As there can be Perdition. Fire and Sulphur,
Hell is the sole Avenger of such Crimes.
Oh that the Ruin were but all thy own!
Thou wilt ev'n make thy Father curse his Age,
At sight of this black Scrowl, the gentle Altamont,
(For oh! I know his Heart is set upon thee)
Shall droop and hang his discontented Head,
Like Merit scorn'd by insolent Authority,
And never grace the Publick with his Virtues.--
Perhaps ev'n now he gazes fondly on her,
And thinking Soul and Body both alike,
Blesses the perfect Workmanship of Heav'n;
Then sighing to his ev'ry Care, speaks Peace,
And bids his Heart be satisfy'd with Happiness.
Oh wretched Husband! while she hangs about thee
With idle Blandishments, and plays the fond one,
Ev'n then her hot Imagination wanders,
Contriving Riot, and loose scapes of Love;
And while she clasps thee close makes thee a Monster.
What if I give this Paper to her Father?
I follows that his Justice dooms her dead,
And breaks his Heart with Sorrow; hard Return,
For all the Good his Hand has heap'd on us:
Hold, let me take a Moment's Thought.
(I.i, pp. 9-10)","","""Oh wretched Husband! while she hangs about thee / With idle Blandishments, and plays the fond one, / Ev'n then her hot Imagination wanders, / Contriving Riot, and loose scapes of Love.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:20:00 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-18 21:21:05 UTC,21864,"HORATIO.
It were unjust, no let me spare my Friend,
Lock up the fatal Secret in my Breast,
Nor tell him that which will undo his Quiet.
(I.i, p. 10)","","""It were unjust, no let me spare my Friend, / Lock up the fatal Secret in my Breast, / Nor tell him that which will undo his Quiet.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:21:05 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-18 21:22:07 UTC,21865,"HORATIO.
Oh no! thou hast mistook my Sickness quite.
These Pangs are of the Soul. Wou'd I had met
Sharpest Convulsions, spotted Pestilences,
Or any other deadly Foe to Life,
Rather than heave beneath this load of Thought.
(I.i, p. 11)","","""Wou'd I had met / Sharpest Convulsions, spotted Pestilences, / Or any other deadly Foe to Life, / Rather than heave beneath this load of Thought.""",7550,,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:22:07 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-22 04:35:55 UTC,21970,"ARTAXERXES.
There Life gave way, and the last Rosie Breath
Went in that Sigh. Death like a Brutal Victor
Already enter'd with rude hast defaces,
The lovely Frame he hast master'd; see how soon.
These Starry Eyes have lost their Light and Lustre!
Stay let me close their Lids. Now for the Rest.
Old Memnon! ha! Grief has transfix'd his Brain,
And he perceives me not!--Now what of thee?
Think'st thou to live thou Wretch? Think not of any thing
Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils.
To think on what they are! and see this Weapon
Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness.
Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.
Lend me thy Bosom, my cold Bride; Ill Fortune
[Lying by her.]
Has done its Worst, and we shall part no more;
Wait for me, Gentle Spirit, since the Stars
Together must receive us!
[Stabs himself.]
Oh well aim'd!
How foolish is the Coward's Fear of Death!
Of Death, the gentlest--surest way to Peace.
[Artaxerxes dies.]
(V.ii, p. 66)","","""Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.""",7553,,C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:34:44 UTC,Pagination screwy in C-H Lion. Fixed by consulting ECCO. ,"Act V, scene ii",Animals