work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7410,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:53:56 UTC,"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)",,20545,"","""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.""","",2013-06-12 13:53:56 UTC,"Act III, Scene i"
4177,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 16:13:03 UTC,"CATO.
Lose not a Thought on me. I'm out of Danger.
Heav'n will not leave me in the Victor's Hand.
Caesar shall never say I've conquer'd Cato.
But oh! my Friends, your Safety fills my Heart
With anxious Thoughts: A thousand secret Terrors,
Rise in my Soul: How shall I save my Friends!
'Tis now, O Caesar, I begin to fear thee.
(IV.i, pp. 53-54)",,21922,"","""But oh! my Friends, your Safety fills my Heart / With anxious Thoughts: A thousand secret Terrors, / Rise in my Soul.""","",2013-07-21 16:13:03 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"