updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2012-02-09 16:22:39 UTC,10287," Whoe'er he was, he does my fancy move,
Who painted first the little God of Love.
Plainly he saw the senseless Lovers snare,
What solid good they lose, for empty care;
Thence did he Justly windy Wings impart,
And made the God fly with a humane Heart.
By Fortune's waves he knew us wildly tost,
While, by each dash, we may be wreck'd, and lost.
Justly he knew what the old Poets sung,
That from the Seas Love's Beauteous Mother sprung.
E'er since which time, unhappy Lovers see,
Their Passion ne'er can be from Tempests free.
It Ebbs and Flows, unfixt, not long the same,
A rowling Ocean of tumultuous Flame.
He feign'd him blind, with true design, to show
That every Lover, while he Loves, is so.
Justly indeed his Darts were bearded found,
For, what they hurt, can never be made sound;
And 'ere we see him, he is sure to wound.
My Breast his Arrows, and his Image boast,
But sure his Wings, with which he flies, are lost.
My Heart's his Throne, yet Rebel Passions Jar,
Which Fire my Veins, and thro' my Blood make War.
Why Cruel Love, should you the Tyrant Play?
By what pretence can you demand your sway?
But you have Pow'r, and I must still obey.
When I am gone, who shall your praises sing?
And my Light Muse can weighty glories bring.
","","""E'er since which time, unhappy Lovers see, / Their Passion ne'er can be from Tempests free / It Ebbs and Flows, unfixt, not long the same, / A rowling Ocean of tumultuous Flame.""",3958,2012-02-09,HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,•I've included twice: Tempest and Ocean.,I've included the entire poem,""
2010-06-08 21:34:49 UTC,17875,"If your mistakes their ill opinion gain,
No merit can their favour reobtain:
And if they're not vindictive in their fury,
'Tis their unconstant temper does secure ye;
Their brain's so cool, their passion seldom burns;
For all's condens'd before the flame returns;
The fermentation's of so weak a matter,
The humid damps the fume, and runs it all to water.
So, tho the inclination may be strong,
They're pleas'd by fits, and never angry long.
(Part II, p. 41, ll. 558-67)","","""Their brain's so cool, their passion seldom burns; / For all's condens'd before the flame returns; The fermentation's of so weak a matter, / The humid damps the fume, and runs it all to water.""",6718,,Reading,2010-06-08 21:34:49 UTC,"",Part II,""
2011-07-18 18:39:33 UTC,18906,"UNHAPPY Man! Who thro' successive Years
From early Youth to Life's last Childhood Errs;
No sooner Born, but proves a Foe to Truth;
For Infant Reason is o'er power'd in Youth:
The Cheats of Sense will half our Learning share;
And Pre-Conceptions all our Knowledge are.
Reason, 'tis true, shou'd over Sense Preside,
Correct our Notions, and our Judgment Guide;
But false Opinions, rooted in the Mind,
Hoodwink the Soul, and keep our Reason Blind.
Reason's a Taper, which but faintly burns,
A languid Flame that glows and dyes by Turns;
We see't a while, and but a little Way,
We Travel by its Light as Men by Day.
But quickly Dying, it forsakes us soon,
Like Morning Stars, that never stay till Noon.
(pp. 3-4)","","""Reason's a Taper, which but faintly burns, / A languid Flame that glows and dyes by Turns; / We see't a while, and but a little Way, / We Travel by its Light as Men by Day.""",4353,,Reading,2011-07-18 18:39:33 UTC,"","",""
2013-07-17 03:49:59 UTC,21839,"MONESES.
Still you prevent the Homage I should offer,
O Royal Sir! let my Misfortunes plead,
And wipe away the hostile Mark I wore.--
I was, when not long since my Fortune hail'd me,
Bless'd to my wish, I was the Prince Moneses;
Born and bred up to Greatness: Witness the Blood
Which thro' successive Hero's Veins ally'd
To our Greek Emperors, roll'd down to me,
Feeds the bright Flame of Glory in my Heart.
(I.i, p. 7)","","""Witness the Blood / Which thro' successive Hero's Veins ally'd / To our Greek Emperors, roll'd down to me, / Feeds the bright Flame of Glory in my Heart.""",7548,,C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:49:59 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-17 03:51:01 UTC,21840,"AXALLA.
Come back, ye Hours,
And tell my Selima what she has done:
Bring back the time, when to her Father's Court
I came Ambassador of Peace from Tamerlane;
VVhen hid by conscious Darkness and Disguise,
I past the Dangers of the watchful Guards;
Bold as the Youth who nightly swam the Hellespont :
Then, then she was not sworn the Foe of Love;
When, as my Soul confest its Flame, and su'd
In moving Sounds for Pity, she frown'd rarely,
But, blushing, heard me tell the gentle Tale:
Nay, ev'n confest, and told me softly sighing
She thought there was no guilt in Love like mine.
(I.i, p. 12)","","""When, as my Soul confest its Flame, and su'd / In moving Sounds for Pity, she frown'd rarely, / But, blushing, heard me tell the gentle Tale.""",7548,,C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:51:01 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-22 02:48:56 UTC,21948,"ARTAXERXES.
Be that his Glory,
Let him with Pedants hunt for Praise in Books,
Pore out his Life amongst the lazy Gown-men,
Grow old and vainly proud in fancy'd Knowledge,
Unequal to the Task of vast Ambition.
Ambition! The Desire of active Souls,
That pushes 'em beyond the Bounds of Nature,
And elevates the Hero to the Gods.
But see! my Love, your beauteous Daughter comes,
And ev'n Ambition sickens at her Sight.
[Enter Amestris attended.]
Revenge, and fierce Desires of Glory, cease
To urge my Passions, master'd by her Eyes;
And only gentle Fires now warm my Breast.
(I.i, pp. 10)","","""Revenge, and fierce Desires of Glory, cease / To urge my Passions, master'd by her Eyes; / And only gentle Fires now warm my Breast.""",7553,,C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:48:56 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-22 02:53:14 UTC,21950,"AMESTRIS.
No, Son of great Arsaces, though my Soul
Shares in my Sex's Weakness, and would fly
From Noise and Faction, and from fatal Greatness,
Yet for thy Sake, thou Idol of my Heart,
(Nor will I blush to own the sacred Flame,
Thy Sighs and Vows have kindled in my Breast)
For thy lov'd Sake, spight of my boding Fears,
I'll meet the Danger which Ambition brings,
And tread one Path with thee: Nor shalt thou lose
The glorious Portion which thy Fate designs thee,
For thy Amestris Fears.
(I.i, p. 11)","","""Yet for thy Sake, thou Idol of my Heart, / (Nor will I blush to own the sacred Flame, / Thy Sighs and Vows have kindled in my Breast) / For thy lov'd Sake, spight of my boding Fears, / I'll meet the Danger which Ambition brings, / And tread one Path with thee.""",7553,,C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:53:14 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",""
2013-07-22 02:57:43 UTC,21953,"ARTEMISA.
Amazing Boldness!
And dare'st thou call that Act a Souldiers Justice?
Didst thou not meet him with dissembled Friendship,
Hiding the Rancour of thy Heart in Smiles;
When he (whose open unsuspecting Nature
Thought thee a Souldier honest as himself)
Came to the Banquet as secure of Peace,
By mutual Vows renew'd; and in the Revel
Of that luxurious Day, forgetting Hate.
And every Cause of ancient Animosity,
Devoted all his Thoughts to mirth and friendship;
Then Memnon (at an Hour when few are Villains
The sprightly Juice infusing gentler Thoughts,
And kindling Love ev'n in the coldest Breasts,)
Unequal to him in the Face of War,
Stole on Celander with a Cowards Malice,
And struck him to the Heart.
(II.ii, p. 19)","","""Then Memnon (at an Hour when few are Villains / The sprightly Juice infusing gentler Thoughts, / And kindling Love ev'n in the coldest Breasts,) / Unequal to him in the Face of War, / Stole on Celander with a Cowards Malice, / And struck him to the Heart.""",7553,,C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:57:43 UTC,"","Act II, scene ii",""
2013-07-22 02:59:59 UTC,21954,"ARTABAN.
Yes! Artaxerxes, yes! thou shalt be met:
The mighty Gods have held us in the Balance,
And one of us is doom'd to sink for ever.
Nor can I bear a long Delay of Fate,
But wish the great Decision were ev'n now.
Proud and Ambitious Prince, I dare like thee,
All that is great and glorious. Like thine,
Immortal Thirst of Empire fires my Soul,
My Soul, which of superiour Power impatient,
Disdains thy Eldership; therefore in Arms
(Which give the noblest Right to Kings) I will
To Death dispute with thee the Throne of Cyrus.
(II.ii, p. 21)","","""Like thine, / Immortal Thirst of Empire fires my Soul, / My Soul, which of superiour Power impatient, / Disdains thy Eldership; therefore in Arms / (Which give the noblest Right to Kings) I will / To Death dispute with thee the Throne of Cyrus.""",7553,,C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:59:59 UTC,"","Act II, scene ii",""
2014-09-25 02:43:02 UTC,24456,"WISHFORT.
Oh, he has Witch-craft in his Eyes and Tongue;—When I did not see him I cou'd have brib'd a Villain to his Assassination; but his appearance rakes the Embers which
have so long layn smother'd in my Breast.--
(IV.ix, pp. 82-83)","","""When I did not see him I cou'd have brib'd a Villain to his Assassination; but his appearance rakes the Embers which have so long layn smother'd in my Breast.""",3959,,Reading,2014-09-25 02:43:02 UTC,"","Act V, scene ix",""