updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:41:54 UTC,14780,"And if, O love, thy potent dart
Should reach the sleeping shepherd's heart,
O! be to him a gentler guest,
And pierce, with lighter shaft, his breast.","","""And if, O love, thy potent dart / Should reach the sleeping shepherd's heart, / O! be to him a gentler guest, / And pierce, with lighter shaft, his breast.""",5510,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","",Inhabitants
2013-08-16 21:50:18 UTC,22242,"SOMERSET.
Ay, mention those, and I relapse to fury!
My restless thoughts drive round like veering winds,
Forgetful of their center!--yet the soul,
Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness,
Is hard to wean from wailing--Oh! forgive me:
'Tis the last struggle of expiring friendship.
(III.i, p. 149)","","""yet the soul, / Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness, / Is hard to wean from wailing.""",5494,,LION,2013-08-16 21:50:18 UTC,"","Act III, scene i",Inhabitants
2013-08-16 22:23:01 UTC,22251,"SOMERSET.
Talk not of peace! 'tis gone! 'tis fled with honour!
Honour, once lost, can never be retriev'd!
My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me!
I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse!
My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!
(V.i, p. 172)","","""My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me! / I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse! / My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!""",5494,,LION,2013-08-16 22:22:50 UTC,"","Act V, scene i",Inhabitants