theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""Oh! cou'd we live, to hail the future Day, / When sparkling Folly shall give Genius way; / When low, light, Scenes shall tempt the Eye, in vain; / And Passion's Power impress the Heart, again; / Then shall the Muses, like their Monarch, smile, / And all Heaven's Blessings crown his happy Isle!""",7640,Impressions,ECCO-TCP,22515,2013-08-21 05:24:20 UTC,2013-08-21 05:24:38 UTC,,"","Oh! cou'd we live, to hail the future Day,
When sparkling Folly shall give Genius way;
When low, light, Scenes shall tempt the Eye, in vain;
And Passion's Power impress the Heart, again;
Then shall the Muses, like their Monarch, smile,
And all Heaven's Blessings crown his happy Isle!
(Prologue)",""
"","""Else, had thy labouring Heart, oppress'd with Meaning, / Shook, like an Earthquake, in Discharge of Passion.""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22516,2013-08-21 05:25:29 UTC,2013-08-21 05:25:29 UTC,,"","Edgar.
No, Athelwold;--I see, I hear, she cannot.
Else, had thy Eyes catch'd Fire, and stream'd it on me.
Else, had thy labouring Heart, oppress'd with Meaning,
Shook, like an Earthquake, in Discharge of Passion.--
Thou art a cold Describer!--Oh!--the Day!
The dear, remember'd Day! when, at the Altar,
Where, in Thanksgiving, I had bow'd to Heav'n,
Heav'n seem'd descending on me!--My rais'd Eye
Met her flash'd Charms, amidst a gazing Crowd,
Who, from the Scaffolded Cathedral's Sides,
Pour'd their bold Looks upon me: Greatness, and Languor,
Flow'd, in a soften'd Radiance, from her Mien,
And kindled every Shrine, with new Divinity!
Sweetness sat smiling, on her humid Eye-balls:
And light-wing'd Fancy danc'd and flam'd about her!
Scarce were the solemn Duties of the Place
Remember'd, while I saw her!--At last--with Pain,--
Slow--dragging my reluctant Eyes away.
I lost her;--e're Religion licens'd Love
To steal a second Wonder.
(p. 9)",""
"","""And light-wing'd Fancy danc'd and flam'd about her!""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22517,2013-08-21 05:26:12 UTC,2013-08-21 05:26:12 UTC,,"","Edgar.
No, Athelwold;--I see, I hear, she cannot.
Else, had thy Eyes catch'd Fire, and stream'd it on me.
Else, had thy labouring Heart, oppress'd with Meaning,
Shook, like an Earthquake, in Discharge of Passion.--
Thou art a cold Describer!--Oh!--the Day!
The dear, remember'd Day! when, at the Altar,
Where, in Thanksgiving, I had bow'd to Heav'n,
Heav'n seem'd descending on me!--My rais'd Eye
Met her flash'd Charms, amidst a gazing Crowd,
Who, from the Scaffolded Cathedral's Sides,
Pour'd their bold Looks upon me: Greatness, and Languor,
Flow'd, in a soften'd Radiance, from her Mien,
And kindled every Shrine, with new Divinity!
Sweetness sat smiling, on her humid Eye-balls:
And light-wing'd Fancy danc'd and flam'd about her!
Scarce were the solemn Duties of the Place
Remember'd, while I saw her!--At last--with Pain,--
Slow--dragging my reluctant Eyes away.
I lost her;--e're Religion licens'd Love
To steal a second Wonder.
(p. 9)",""
"","""Passion's Tide / Bears him a-slant, and must, a while, have Way.""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22518,2013-08-21 05:27:05 UTC,2013-08-21 05:27:05 UTC,,"","Athelwold.
Hope better from him. The King's Heart is Noble:
And his past Promise sacred. Passion's Tide
Bears him a-slant, and must, a while, have Way.
Unite your means with mine: my Fate requires
Your Sister shou'd be Queen. Urge Rights of Faith,
And leave th'Event to me.
(p. 10)
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"","""I am unpractis'd in the Arts of Court; / And my free Thoughts range open as my Eye-balls.""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22519,2013-08-21 05:28:12 UTC,2013-08-21 05:28:12 UTC,,"","Leolyn.
Lord Oswald,
I am unpractis'd in the Arts of Court;
And my free Thoughts range open as my Eye-balls.
Wrong'd as I am by Athelwold, my Heart
Disdains to hide his Virtues.--He may have wishes:
He may deceive, in Love, but not in Loyalty.
A brave Man cannot serve a Prince, and wrong him
(p. 21)
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"","""Rage and Despair have broke upon my Soul, / And wash'd away all Patience.""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22520,2013-08-21 05:28:59 UTC,2013-08-21 05:28:59 UTC,,"","Leolyn.
Patience!--Curse Patience: why dost thou talk of Patience,
With the same Breath, the same cold, tasteless, Calmness
That spoke Distraction to me? Hast thou not told me
That she confesses it? that this proud Beauty,
This haughty, fierce, disdainful, marbly Vertue,
That scorn'd my honest Passion; this austere Frowner!
Has been--Perdition on the Name! 'Twou'd choak me.--
Hast thou not fir'd me with the basest Truth
That ever stung the Heart of a Fool Lover!
And dost thou talk of Patience?--Give it to Statesmen;
I spurn the servile Lesson. Patience! said'st thou?
Rage and Despair have broke upon my Soul,
And wash'd away all Patience.
(p. 29)",""
"","""To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise / Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent, / Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me; / To pour upon my unexpecting Soul / A Tide of Gladness.""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22521,2013-08-21 05:30:21 UTC,2013-08-21 05:30:21 UTC,,"","EDGAR, after a Pause.
Malicious Ignorance!
Oh! that the Power that rules the Heart of Man
Wou'd, ever, thus, make Mischief impotent!
--See now this Falshood! Learn to know this Traitor!
This Athelwold! whom your inferior Souls
Want Sympathy to judge of?--His Heart's Refinement,
His Elegance of Will, adorning Duty,
Has plotted, with a Subject's sweet Deceit,
To cheat his King, to Extasy!--By Heaven
I had not known, but for your bold mistaking,
That he had form'd this dear Design against me.
To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise
Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent,
Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me;
To pour upon my unexpecting Soul
A Tide of Gladness. He but held it back,
To make its Flow more welcome.--But I have seen her;
Thou, too, hast seen her, Oswald.--The big Joy
Bears down all Mem'ry, that you both presum'd
To wrong the Man I love; and I forgive it,
That you may learn to worship Athelwold!
(pp. 33-4)",""
"","""Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul; / Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart, / And work me into Tempest!""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22522,2013-08-21 05:32:15 UTC,2013-08-21 05:32:15 UTC,,"","Athelwold.
Tortures and Fire!
Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul;
Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart,
And work me into Tempest! Then grow cool,
And, insolently mild, with Stoick Tameness,
Hope,--thou coud'st stop me, in the steepest Fall
Of my whole hurried Vengeance.--No,--if thou wait'st
New Provocation, it attends thy Call;
This will enrage thee, to renew thy Rashness;
[Strikes him.]
And meet the Death I mean thee.
(p. 39)",""
"","""When I confess, abhorrent of Deceit, /
That Love, which seem'd to root my Soul in thee, / Has new transplanted it, to Elfrid's Bosom?""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22523,2013-08-21 05:33:17 UTC,2013-08-21 05:33:17 UTC,,"","Athelwold.
What wilt thou say,
When thou shalt hear me own, That Fear is just?
When I confess, abhorrent of Deceit,
That Love, which seem'd to root my Soul in thee,
Has new transplanted it, to Elfrid's Bosom?
You start! as if my Guilt were yet a Secret,
Tho' Leolyn, confesses he has told it:
For, in his ill-retaining Breast, I trusted
The fatal Secret, of my double Falshood,
Both to my King, and thee. He should have added,
How I was lost.--That Will, and Faith, and Reason,
At once gave Way, beneath a Weight of Passion;
And against Judgment, Honour, Love of thee,
Fame, and Allegiance, I was born away,
Till she, who should have been my Master's Queen,
Deceiv'd, like thee, became,--oh!--turn aside
Thy Eyes--while I have Voice to say--my Wife.
(pp. 42-3)",""
"","""A thousand Wonders, / A thousand Mysteries, at once reveal'd, / Come rushing on my Memory!""",7640,"",ECCO-TCP,22524,2013-08-21 05:34:09 UTC,2013-08-21 05:34:09 UTC,,"","Elfrid.
O my foreboding Heart!--A thousand Wonders,
A thousand Mysteries, at once reveal'd,
Come rushing on my Memory!--Now, Athelwold,
No longer is it doubtful to my Thought,
Why the King's Eye was judg'd more dangerous
Than Shoals, and Rocks, and Shipwrecks!--Now the Mystery
Of Royal Edgar's Words, so lately heard,
Opens, unveil'd, upon my frighted Soul;
And Pain, and Terror, and Confusion, shake me.
Oh! cruel Undeceiver! why have you wak'd me?
Why have you torn me from my joyless Calm?
Which, though it gave no Transport, lull'd me in Quiet,
And kept these Storms of Life from breaking on me.
(p. 49)",""