work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5083,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"ELEA.
My lord, farewell--is this thy hated errand?
Hated indeed, if Henry sent thee on it.
Thou art employ'd, I see, to try my heart:
It is the king's till his unkindness break it.
Ah how unkind! so kind while yet a prince!
If thus a golden crown can steel his heart,
O may I ne'er behold him while a king!
No--be some humble cell my future lot,
Princes and kings, and all but heaven forgot.",,13673,"","""If thus a golden crown can steel his heart, / O may I ne'er behold him while a king!""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:38:57 UTC,"Act III, scene ii"
5090,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"WELL! since I've thus succeeded in my plan,
And conquer'd this all-conquering tyrant, man,
To farther conquests still my soul aspires,
And all my bosom glows with martial fires.
Suppose--a female regiment we raise--
We must--for men grow scarceish now-a-days,
Now every man of spirit is enlisted--
Why, ladies--these brave lads should be assisted.
The glorious scheme my flutt'ring heart bewitches:
But hold--I've promis'd not to wear the breeches.
No matter--in this variegated army
We'll find some regimentals that shall charm ye.
If plumes and lace recruiting can persuade,
We'll try to shew our taste in masquerade.
My feather here is fitted in a trice:
Then for the crest, the motto, and device--
Death's head and bones!--No--we'll have flames and darts!
In Latin mottos men may shew their parts,
But ours shall be true English--like our hearts.
Our uniform we'll copy from the Greek;
The drapery and emblems true antique:
Minerva's ægis! and Diana's bow!--
And thus equipt to India's coasts we'll go.
Temples of gold, and diamond mines we'll rob:
--And every month we'll make a new Nabob.
Amid this glorious scene of contributions,
Spoil, presents--hourly change and revolutions,
While high on stately elephants we ride,
Whose feet can trample European pride,
Think not our country we can e'er forget:
We'll plunder--but to pay the nation's debt.
Then there's America--we'll soon dispatch it,
This tedious war--when we take up the hatchet.
Heroes and soldiers Indian wiles may catch;
But--in a woman they may meet their match.
To art, disguise, and stratagem no strangers,
We fear no hazard, nor once think of dangers
In our true character of Female Rangers.
",,13759,•C-H takes from Works(1803).
•Does this really belong under Conquest? REVISIT.,"""To farther conquests still my soul aspires, / And all my bosom glows with martial fires""","",2009-09-14 19:39:09 UTC,""
5099,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama); found again ECCO-TCP",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"ELFINA.
Hist--break off!--My charge receive;
Then renew the sports ye leave.
[They leave off dancing; the music ceases; and Elfina beckons first one, then another, speaking to them separately].
When the midnight hour is nigh,
Duteous to your tasks apply.
You, the miser's haunt be near;
Break his rest with causeless fear,
Creak his doors, his windows shake,
'Till his iron heart shall quake.
You, as gouty humours flow,
Pinch the glutton by the toe.
You, with boding dreams molest
Proud ambition's anxious breast.
You, with fancied ghosts affright
Atheists in their own despight:
Bold by day, the blust'ring spark
Turns believer in the dark.
Hence--of vice to work the woe,
And the weal of virtue, go!--
(I.i, p. 2)",,13777,"","""You, the miser's haunt be near; / Break his rest with causeless fear, / Creak his doors, his windows shake, / 'Till his iron heart shall quake.""",Metal,2013-11-26 04:50:29 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7050,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama); found again ""fancy""",2011-07-29 16:35:48 UTC,"MRS. BELL
No, as I live and breathe, I don't;--and do you know that I can sing it already?--Come, you shall hear me,--you shall hear it.
[sings]
I.
Attend all ye Fair, and I'll tell ye the Art
To bind every Fancy with ease in your Chains,
To hold in soft Fetters the conjugal Heart,
And banish from Hymen his Doubts and his Pains.
II.
When Juno accepted the Cestus of Love,
At first she was handsome; she charming became;
With Skill the soft Passions it taught her to move,
To kindle at once, and to keep up the Flame.
III.
'Tis this gives the Eyes all their Magic and Fire;
The Voice melting Accents; impassions the Kiss;
Confers the sweet Smiles that awaken Desire,
And plants round the Fair each Incentive to Bliss.
IV.
Thence flows the gay Chat, more than Reason that charms;
The eloquent Blush, that can Beauty improve;
The fond Sigh, the fond Vow, the soft Touch that alarms,
The tender Disdain, the Renewal of Love.
V.
Ye Fair take the Cestus, and practise its Art;
The Mind unaccomplish'd, mere Features are vain,
Exert your sweet Power, you conquer each Heart,
And the Loves, Joys and Graces, shall walk in your Train.",,19056,"","""Attend all ye Fair, and I'll tell ye the Art / To bind every Fancy with ease in your Chains, / To hold in soft Fetters the conjugal Heart, / And banish from Hymen his Doubts and his Pains.""",Fetters,2011-08-01 19:52:35 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:51:17 UTC,"CLODIUS.
No more, I sleep o'er Cato's drowsy theme:
He is the Senate's drone, and dreams of Liberty,
When Rome's vast Empire is set up to sale,
And portion'd out to each ambitious bidder
In marketable lots.--But now proceed;
Give me more names; these many I have wrote
Deep in the vengeful tablets of my heart.
GABINIUS.
Then in the front and foremost page of all
Print deep in everlasting characters,
The hated name of Milo; his alone,
When every other eye was red with tears,
His only burnt with hot and scalding rage;
He hates thee, Clodius; and when all were loud
For mourning, he with a disdainful air
Throwing his mantle by, in public view
Shew'd them his mailed corselet, bid 'em mark it;
For 'twas a Roman's dress; their sable scarves,
Them, as he said, he left to puling maids
And sedentary widows.
(p. 11)",,22672,"","""But now proceed; / Give me more names; these many I have wrote / Deep in the vengeful tablets of my heart.""",Writing,2013-09-04 01:51:17 UTC,""
7669,"",Lion,2013-09-04 01:52:26 UTC,"FRUGI.
No, thou art all that's elegant and fair,
And perfect upon earth; and Caius happy
Beyond whatever gratitude express'd,
Or fancy drew, when glowing raptures catch
The poet's breast, and set the soul on fire.
(pp. 22-3)",,22673,"","""No, thou art all that's elegant and fair, / And perfect upon earth; and Caius happy / Beyond whatever gratitude express'd, / Or fancy drew, when glowing raptures catch / The poet's breast, and set the soul on fire.""","",2013-09-04 01:52:26 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:53:43 UTC,"TULLIA.
Why must I only answer thee with sighs?
What is it hangs thus heavy on my heart,
And weighs it down, when it should spring with joy?
Alas! 'tis conscience; 'tis the pride of honour;
'Tis the severe condition of my fate,
Which makes it ruin to be lov'd by Tullia,
And warns me to suppress the guilty flame.
(p. 23)",,22674,"","""Why must I only answer thee with sighs? / What is it hangs thus heavy on my heart, / And weighs it down, when it should spring with joy? / Alas! 'tis conscience; 'tis the pride of honour; / 'Tis the severe condition of my fate, / Which makes it ruin to be lov'd by Tullia, / And warns me to suppress the guilty flame.""","",2013-09-04 01:53:43 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:55:03 UTC,"TULLIA, Alone.
What have I done, and whither is he gone?
To Clodia.--Ah! I fear that is to death:
For she perhaps hath laid this midnight plot,
To seize my unsuspecting Frugi's life;
Perhaps, (ah! that were worse) to seize his heart;
For she is mistress of a thousand charms.
O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face,
Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms;
There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend,
And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts.
[Exit.]
(p. 24)",,22675,"","""O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face, / Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms; / There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend, / And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts.""","",2013-09-04 01:55:03 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 01:56:23 UTC,"CLODIUS.
Now thou shalt feel me, Rome. Come on, my friend;
Loud as the orgies of the God of wine,
Let our bold revels wake the sleeping night,
And rock the throne of Jove. I tread on air;
My mounting spirits lift me from the earth,
Gay dancing pleasures play around my heart,
And the full Bacchus revels in my veins.
(pp. 24-5)
FRUGI.
Dearest maid,
Dearer in all thy wrongs, than if thou cam'st
Deck'd in the splendor of thy fullest fortune,
My soul almost rejoices in thy sorrows:
Ambition else had shar'd my thoughts with thee,
And Interest stol'n some portion of my love;
But now Adversity's refining fire
Melts down the base alloy of earthly passions,
And purifies the temper of the heart.
(p. 47)",,22676,"","""But now Adversity's refining fire / Melts down the base alloy of earthly passions, / And purifies the temper of the heart.""",Metal,2013-09-04 01:56:23 UTC,""
7854,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in ECCO-TCP",2014-03-13 03:13:13 UTC,"AEMILIUS.
Of Rome! aye, and of thee, of thee, my son,
And of thy brother. O unequall'd pair,
Your deeds, your destiny have rais'd your sire
Above the pitch of man. My heart is steel,
I weep not, nor complain. Relentless fiend,
Inhuman MAXIMIN! for thee I live;
To bury in thy hated breast my sword,
Then die upon the blow.
(p. 54)",,23698,"","""My heart is steel, / I weep not, nor complain.""",Metal,2014-03-13 03:13:13 UTC,""