text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"WESTMORELAND.
Come, come, Albina;
Though to a Lover you might wear this guise,
Of coy reserve, yet, to a Father's eye,
Your mind should now appear as legible
As in the days of prattling infancy.
Raimond deserv'd the tribute of your tears,
And you have wept a deluge to his manes.
Consider now, the brave, the youthful Edward—
The prize for whom contending beauties strive!
His name and wealth amongst the first are rank'd,
And he stands high in royal Henry's favour.
(pp. 11-12)",2014-03-12 04:30:42 UTC,"""Come, come, Albina; / Though to a Lover you might wear this guise, / Of coy reserve, yet, to a Father's eye, / Your mind should now appear as legible / As in the days of prattling infancy.""",2014-03-12 04:30:42 UTC,"","",,Writing,"",ECCO-TCP,23609,7836
"GONDIBERT.
Issue! 'tis well—'tis well. Leave me, good Egbert!
Oh! 'tis too much—this is too keen a stroke!
How shall I steer me in this fatal tempest?
Confess my wiles?—Horror! leave me, I say—
Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes,
As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?
EGBERT.
If right I read, your mindin balance hangs
'Twixt the opposing principles of good
And ill. Between these two the Pow'r that made us,
Bestow'd free-will to chuse: Oh, let me then
Direct your choice! Let him, whose tongue inspir'd
The early love of virtue, once more--
(p. 64)",2014-03-12 04:39:39 UTC,"""Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes, / As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?""",2014-03-12 04:39:39 UTC,"","",,Writing,"",ECCO-TCP,23617,7836