theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates""",5710,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Drama)",15238,2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,2013-03-23 20:52:39 UTC,,"","SIR JOHN.
And can you persist after this, my Lord?--don't --for my sake don't.--
LORD
A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates.
SIR JOHN
I know my uncle is impatient for my return, and therefore I cannot remain any longer here--but I am sorry to leave you--very sorry to leave you in this situation, indeed, my Lord--Now promise to get the better of your passion--it will make me much happier if you will.
LORD
I can promise nothing--why don't you go to your uncle?
SIR JOHN
I am going--I must go, or he'll never pardon it.
(II.i)","Act II, Scene i"
"","""How far am I raised above a girl educated among antelopes; a girl, whose heart must ever be a stranger to love!""",5721,Inhabitants,"Searching ""heart"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Drama)",15251,2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:43:09 UTC,,"","DUSHM.
I shall enter the forest, be assured, only through respect for its pious inhabitants; not from any inclination for the daughter of a hermit. How far am I raised above a girl educated among antelopes; a girl, whose heart must ever be a stranger to love! The tale was invented for my diversion.",Act II
"",Light may break in and great ideas may dawn upon the mind,5783,"",Searching HDIS ,15429,2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:43:37 UTC,,"","SPIEGELBERG
(Warmly.)
Yes, jealous of me--madly jealous you, and all of you.--I will invent such plans as shall confound every one of you.--How the light breaks in!--What great ideas dawn upon my mind --What giant-projects formed in this creative brain?--Curs'd lethargy of the soul!
(Striking his head.)
that chain'd my better judgement, cramp'd all my strength of mind--ruin'd all my prospects-- I am now awake--I feel what I am, what I must yet be.--Go leave me--you shall all be indebted to my bounty for your support!","Act I, scene i"
"","""Curs'd lethargy of the soul! ... that chain'd my better judgement, cramp'd all my strength of mind--ruin'd all my prospects.""",5783,Fetters,"Searching HDIS (Drama); found again searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" and again, ""soul""",15430,2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,2011-07-30 21:11:05 UTC,2011-05-26,"•I've included twice: Chain and Cramp.
• Found again (11/16/2004)","SPIEGELBERG
[Warmly]
Yes, jealous of me--madly jealous you, and all of you.--I will invent such plans as shall confound every one of you.--How the light breaks in!--What great ideas dawn upon my mind --What giant-projects formed in this creative brain?--Curs'd lethargy of the soul!
[Striking his head]
that chain'd my better judgement, cramp'd all my strength of mind--ruin'd all my prospects-- I am now awake--I feel what I am, what I must yet be.--Go leave me--you shall all be indebted to my bounty for your support!
(I.i)","Act I, scene i"
"","""I should be a pitiful bungler indeed, if I knew not yet how to tear a son from the heart of his father, were they link'd together with chains of iron.""",5783,Fetters,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",15449,2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,2011-05-26 19:06:58 UTC,2011-05-26,•Cross-reference: multiple translations of Schiller in HDIS,"FRANCIS
(Looking at him with an air of mockery.)
Ay, be comforted, my good dotard. Never more shall you press your darling to your bosom;--no, there is a gulph between--distant as heaven from hell.-- He was torn for ever from your arms, before you knew it was possible you ever could have wished it.--These papers must not be seen;--that might be dangerous--if the hand-writing were known.
(He gathers up all the scraps of paper.)
--I should be a pitiful bungler indeed, if I knew not yet how to tear a son from the heart of his father, were they link'd together with chains of iron. --Courage my boy! the favourite's removed;-- that's a giant's step.--But there is another heart, from which I must tear that image; ay, were that heart to break for it.--
(He walks with a striding step across the stage.)
I have a heavy debt of hatred against Nature, and by my soul! I'll make it good.--Why was that hideous burden of deformity laid upon me alone;--of all my race, on me alone?
(Stamps with his foot!)
Hell and damnation! on me alone;--as if she had formed me only of the scum, the very refuse of her stuff! She damn'd me from my birth! And here I swear eternal enmity against her--I'll blast her fairest works.--What are to me the ties of kindred! I'll burst those trammels of affection,--bonds of the soul.--I never knew their force:--She denied me the sweet play of the heart, and all its persuasive eloquence.--What must its place supply? Imperious force;--henceforth be that the only servant of my wishes,--and all shall yield before me.","Act I, scene i"
"","""Men!--Men! false! treacherous crocodiles! Your eyes are water! your hearts are iron!""",5783,Metal,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",15450,2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:43:41 UTC,,•Cross-reference: multiple translations of Schiller in HDIS,"MOOR.
Men!--Men! false! treacherous crocodiles! Your eyes are water! your hearts are iron! kisses on your lips! and poniards in your bosom! The lion and the panther feed their whelps--the raven strips the carrion to bring to her young; and he-- he!--Whatever malice can devise I have learnt to bear--I could smile when my enemy drinks of my heart's blood.--But when a father's love becomes a fury's hate--O then, let fire rage here where once was humanity!--the tender-hearted lamb become a tyger--and every fibre of this tortured frame be rack'd--to ruin and despair!","Act I, scene i"
"","""The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- """,5783,Metal,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",15451,2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:43:41 UTC,,•Cross-reference: multiple translations of Schiller in HDIS,"MOOR.
I fainted at the news.--They must have thought me dead--for when I came to myself, I was on a bier, and shrouded as a corpse.--I beat upon the lid of the coffin--it was opened--'twas in the dead of night--my son Francis stood before me.-- ""What,"" said he, with a voice of horror, ""Must you then live for ever?"" And with these words, he shut the coffin. The thunder of that voice bereaved me of my senses.--When I again recovered them, I found the bier in motion.--After some time it stopped.--The coffin was again opened, and at the entry of this dungeon I found my son Francis, with that man who had brought me the bloody sword of my son Charles.--I fell at Francis' feet, embraced his knees--and wept, conjured him, supplicated.--The tears, the supplications of his father, never reach'd his iron heart.-- ""Throw down that carcase,"" said he, with a voice of thunder, ""he has lived too long.""-- They threw me down into that dungeon, and my son Francis locked the iron door upon me.","Act IV, scene iv"
Dualism,"""But is it not most unjust --nay cruel, to condemn a man because he is so unfortunate as to be the victim of disease? May not a great soul inhabit a foul carcase?""",5783,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),15452,2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:43:41 UTC,,•Cross-reference: multiple translations of Schiller in HDIS,"FRANCIS
Does this image of thy lover inspire thee with horror? Then paint him, Amelia, in your own imagination--the lovely, the divine, the angelic Charles! Go! enjoy the ambrosia of his lips, --inhale his balmy breath!
(Amelia hides her face with her hands.)
Oh extacy! What rapture in those embraces!--But is it not most unjust --nay cruel, to condemn a man because he is so unfortunate as to be the victim of disease? May not a great soul inhabit a foul carcase?
(With malignant irony.)
May not the beauties of the mind dwell in a tainted body--or the soft voice of love issue from the lips of corruption?-- True indeed, if the poison of debauchery should taint the soul as well as the body; if impurity and virtue were inconsistent, as a withered rose loses its perfume, then--","Act I, scene i"
"","The ""anvil of gnawing conscience is never cool""",5857,Metal,"Searching ""stamp"" and mind"" in HDIS (Drama)",15589,2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:44:03 UTC,,"","LOUISA
Pardon me madam, if I presume to differ from you--The houses and palaces of the great are but too often the asylums of the most unbounded luxury and extravaganc. --Who would give the poor Louisa credit for launching all at once into the perilous contagion, trembling at the same time at the fatal infection?--Or, who would suppose, that Lady Milford, the envied and distinguished Lady Milford, so highly renowned for affluence, splendour, and for every thing, which can possibly contribute in appearance to the purest felicity, should with all these attainments be in reality destitute of that solid happiness, which falls to the lot but of the ""pure in heart;"" and that her conscience should sometimes prove a scorpion in her breast?--Would your Ladyship, when crossed in any plan or pursuit, be able to bear with the placid air of contentment, which would beam from my countenance?--Or, upon your return from any party, hurt or displeased by any occurrence, how could you witness the attractive mien of humble happiness, ever imprinted on my calm and unruffled brow, proceeding from inward satisfaction's smile?--We are all weak, when unsupported by our own esteem--there are times, when the heart, conscious of having acted amiss, dreads a scrutiny--the anvil of gnawing conscience is never cool--the contemplative hour must sometimes exist to a mind of your stamp-- the serpent reproach may sometimes assail you with all its venemous stings; and your whole bosom may be turned into a scene of perturbation and disquietude-- Under the impulse of these dreadful evils, your mind must be singularly endowed, Madam, to be able to view with indifference your attendant Louisa's face, dressed in artless looks of serenity, unclouded by care, unchecked by disappointment; and boasting the purest bliss of innocence and a heart at peace.","Act IV, scene vii"
"","""Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of síura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart.""",5721,Fetters,"Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",19053,2011-07-29 16:09:45 UTC,2011-07-29 16:09:45 UTC,,"","DUSHMANTA
[aside]
What can I do in this retreat, since my darling has left it?
[musing and looking round]
Ah! my departure is happily delayed. Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of síura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart.
",Act III