work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4614,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Since Athens first began to draw mankind,
To picture life, and show the impassion'd mind;
The truly wise have ever deem'd the stage
The moral school of each enlighten'd age.
There, in full pomp, the tragic Muse appears,
Queen of soft sorrows, and of useful fears.
Faint is the lesson reason's rules impart:
She pours it strong, and instant through the heart.
If virtue is her theme, we sudden glow
With generous flame; and what we feel, we grow.
If vice she paints, indignant passions rise;
The villain sees himself with loathing eyes.
His soul starts, conscious, at another's groan,
And the pale tyrant trembles on his throne",,12169,"•The effects of this pouring are described in the lines that follow
•Sambrook gives 1739 as first printed edition of tragedy (acted same year). Sambrook: ""The season 1738-9 saw a concerted stage attack upon the king and Walpole's government by a group of opposition playwrights, Thomson, Mallet, Aaron Hill, and Henry Brooke, writing under the advice of Pope, Bolingbroke, and Lyttelton, with the Prince of Wales determining the order in which their tendentious should be acted: See B. A. Goldgar, Walpole and the Wits (Lincoln, Nebr.,1976), pp. 180-2"" (429). Mustapha was a great success. ","""Faint is the lesson reason's rules impart: / [Drama] pours it strong and instant through the heart""","",2009-09-14 19:36:40 UTC,""
4757,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"In Greece and Rome, I watch'd the public weal,
The purple tyrant trembled at my steel:
Nor did I less o'er private sorrows reign,
And mend the melting heart with softer pain.
On France and you then rose my brightening star,
With social ray--The arts are ne'er at war.
O, as your fire and genius stronger blaze,
As yours are generous Freedom's bolder lays,
Let not the Gallic taste leave yours behind,
In decent manners and in life refined;
Banish the motley mode to tag low verse,
The laughing ballad to the mournful hearse.
When through five acts your hearts have learnt to glow,
Touch'd with the sacred force of honest woe;
O keep the dear impression on your breast,
Nor idly loose it for a wretched jest.",,12587,•C-H lists in Poetry,"""O keep the dear impression on your breast, / Nor idly loose it for a wretched jest.",Impressions,2013-06-28 15:15:47 UTC,""
6724,Mind's Eye,"Reading Julie K. Ellison's Cato's Tears: The Making of Anglo-American Emotion (Chicago and London: U. of Chicago Press, 1999), 63.",2010-06-16 05:59:17 UTC,"MASINISSIA
[alone]
What dreadful havoc in the human breast
The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad,
They burst, unguided by the mental eye,
The light of reason; which in various ways
Points them to good, or turns them back from ill.
O save me from the tumult of the soul!
From the wild beasts within!--For circling sands,
When the swift whirlwind whelms them o'er the lands;
The roaring deeps that to the clouds arise,
While thwarting thick the mingled lightning flies;
The monster-brood to which this land gives birth,
The blazing city, and the gaping earth;
All deaths, all tortures, in one pang combin'd,
Are gentle to the tempest of the mind.
(I.v.6-14)",,17886,"","""What dreadful havoc in the human breast / The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad, / They burst, unguided by the mental eye, / The light of reason; which in various ways / Points them to good, or turns them back from ill.""",Eye,2013-06-20 21:08:07 UTC,"Act I, Scene v"
6724,"","Reading Julie K. Ellison's Cato's Tears: The Making of Anglo-American Emotion (Chicago and London: U. of Chicago Press, 1999), 63.",2010-06-16 06:02:28 UTC,"MASINISSIA
[alone]
What dreadful havoc in the human breast
The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad,
They burst, unguided by the mental eye,
The light of reason; which in various ways
Points them to good, or turns them back from ill.
O save me from the tumult of the soul!
From the wild beasts within!-—For circling sands,
When the swift whirlwind whelms them o'er the lands;
The roaring deeps that to the clouds arise,
While thwarting thick the mingled lightning flies;
The monster-brood to which this land gives birth,
The blazing city, and the gaping earth;
All deaths, all tortures, in one pang combin'd,
Are gentle to the tempest of the mind.
(I.v.6-14)
",,17887,"","""O save me from the tumult of the soul! / From the wild beasts within!""",Beasts,2012-06-29 14:25:17 UTC,"Act I, scene v"
6724,"","Reading Julie K. Ellison's Cato's Tears: The Making of Anglo-American Emotion (Chicago and London: U. of Chicago Press, 1999), 63.",2010-06-16 06:03:55 UTC,"MASINISSIA
[alone]
What dreadful havoc in the human breast
The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad,
They burst, unguided by the mental eye,
The light of reason; which in various ways
Points them to good, or turns them back from ill.
O save me from the tumult of the soul!
From the wild beasts within!-—For circling sands,
When the swift whirlwind whelms them o'er the lands;
The roaring deeps that to the clouds arise,
While thwarting thick the mingled lightning flies;
The monster-brood to which this land gives birth,
The blazing city, and the gaping earth;
All deaths, all tortures, in one pang combin'd,
Are gentle to the tempest of the mind.
(I.v.6-14)",,17888,"","""All deaths, all tortures, in one pang combin'd, / Are gentle to the tempest of the mind.""","",2010-06-16 06:03:55 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
6724,"",Searching at UVA Library,2010-06-16 06:08:26 UTC,"PHOENISSA.
Hail queen of Masæsylia once again!
And fair Massylia join'd! This rising day
Saw Sophonisba, from the height of life,
Thrown to the very brink of slavery:
State, honours, armies vanquish'd; nothing left
But her own great unconquerable mind.
And yet, ere evening comes, to larger power
Restor'd, I see my royal friend; and kneel
In grateful homage to the Gods, and her.
(IV.i)",,17889,"","""This rising day / Saw Sophonisba, from the height of life, / Thrown to the very brink of slavery: / State, honours, armies vanquish'd; nothing left / But her own great unconquerable mind.""",Empire,2010-06-16 06:08:26 UTC,"Act IV, Scene i"
6724,Ruling Passion,Searching at UVA Library,2010-06-16 06:10:45 UTC,"LAELIUS
See there the ruins of the noble mind,
When from calm reason passion tears the sway.
What pity she should perish!—Cruel war,
'Tis not the least misfortune in thy train,
That oft by thee the brave destroy the brave.
She had a Roman soul; for every one
Who loves, like her, his country is a Roman.
Whether on Afric's sandy plains he glows,
Or lives untam'd among Ripbœan snows;
If parent-liberty the breast inflame,
The gloomy Libyan then deserves that name:
And, warm with freedom, under frozen skies,
In farthest Britain Romans yet may rise.
(V.ix)",,17890,"","""See there the ruins of the noble mind, / When from calm reason passion tears the sway.""","",2010-06-16 06:10:45 UTC,"Act V, Scene ix"
7490,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-28 14:23:32 UTC,"LAURA.
No, Sigismunda,'tis the strictest Truth,
Nor half the Truth, I tell you. Even with Fondness
My Brother talks for ever of the Passion,
That fires young Tancred's Breast. So much it strikes him,
He praises Love as if he were a Lover.
He blames the false Pursuits of vagrant Youth,
Calls them gay Folly, a mistaken Struggle
Against best-judging Nature. Heaven, he says,
In lavish Bounty form'd the Heart for Love;
In Love included all the finer Seeds
Of Honour, Virtue, Friendship, purest Bliss--
(I.i)",,21235,"","""My Brother talks for ever of the Passion, / That fires young Tancred's Breast.""","",2013-06-28 14:23:32 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7490,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-28 14:25:01 UTC,"LAURA.
He says that, tho' he were not nobly born,
Nature has form'd him noble, generous, brave,
Truely magnanimous, and warmly scorning
Whatever bears the smallest Taint of Baseness:
That every easy Virtue is his own;
Not learnt by painful Labour, but inspir'd,
Implanted in his Soul--Chiefly one Charm
He in his graceful Character observes:
That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience,
And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature,
Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check
Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper,
And gentle Softness.
(I.i)",,21236,"","""He says that, tho' he were not nobly born, / Nature has form'd him noble, generous, brave, / Truely magnanimous, and warmly scorning / Whatever bears the smallest Taint of Baseness: / That every easy Virtue is his own; / Not learnt by painful Labour, but inspir'd, / Implanted in his Soul.""","",2013-06-28 14:25:01 UTC,""
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"LAURA.
He says that, tho' he were not nobly born,
Nature has form'd him noble, generous, brave,
Truely magnanimous, and warmly scorning
Whatever bears the smallest Taint of Baseness:
That every easy Virtue is his own;
Not learnt by painful Labour, but inspir'd,
Implanted in his Soul--Chiefly one Charm
He in his graceful Character observes:
That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience,
And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature,
Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check
Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper,
And gentle Softness.
(I.i)",,21237,"","Chiefly one Charm / He in his graceful Character observes: / That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience, / And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature, / Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check / Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper, / And gentle Softness.""","",2013-06-28 14:28:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i"