text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"EDITHA.
So may he still!
Raimond scorn Edward! and thou, Edward, know
That all my native hate is but suspended--
--My mind's in equipoise, ready alike
To hold thee as my Lover, or my Foe!
(p. 10)",2014-03-12 04:29:21 UTC,"""My mind's in equipoise, ready alike / To hold thee as my Lover, or my Foe!""",2014-03-12 04:29:21 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23608,7836
"WESTMORELAND.
Come, come, Albina;
Though to a Lover you might wear this guise,
Of coy reserve, yet, to a Father's eye,
Your mind should now appear as legible
As in the days of prattling infancy.
Raimond deserv'd the tribute of your tears,
And you have wept a deluge to his manes.
Consider now, the brave, the youthful Edward—
The prize for whom contending beauties strive!
His name and wealth amongst the first are rank'd,
And he stands high in royal Henry's favour.
(pp. 11-12)",2014-03-12 04:30:42 UTC,"""Come, come, Albina; / Though to a Lover you might wear this guise, / Of coy reserve, yet, to a Father's eye, / Your mind should now appear as legible / As in the days of prattling infancy.""",2014-03-12 04:30:42 UTC,"","",,Writing,"",ECCO-TCP,23609,7836
"EDITHA.
First will I find Lord Gondibert.--
What revolutions hath this love accomplish'd!
And shall less power belong to bright ambition?
Ambition! thou whose hallow'd flame can live
Only in minds refin'd from the gross elements
Of which the herd of human kind are made!
This Deity of Fools shall yield to thee.
I'll strait to Gondibert, whose long-pent passion
Will, like a torrent, from its mound break forth,
O'erwhelming its opposers: his fierce transports
With the soft voice of Friendship I will meet,
And guide them to my purpose.
(p. 17)",2014-03-12 04:31:46 UTC,"""Ambition! thou whose hallow'd flame can live / Only in minds refin'd from the gross elements / Of which the herd of human kind are made!""",2014-03-12 04:31:46 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23610,7836
"EGBERT.
How do rude passions the fair minddestroy,
Bestow'd by Heaven from the all-perfect source!
This Gondibert would once have shrunk from vice,
As the chaste plant that bears no mortal touch.
From infancy I've watch'd his springing virtues;
Seen him beat back misfortunes when they clung,
Like wary Cowards, on each other's skirts;
And bear, with fortitude, Affliction's stripes.
But now, unhallow'd Love the pile destroys;
And Vice will triumph o'er the noble ruin.
Still must I save him. If one spark of virtue
Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven!
To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!
(p. 21)",2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,"""If one spark of virtue / Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven! / To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!""",2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23611,7836
"ALBINA.
Hah! dishonour'd!
Where's the proud Dame, whose glory would not be
Lord Edward's love? Is there a fame so bright
In Henry's court? His noble birth is vulgar,
Placed by his nobler qualities. His mind
Knowledge illumines, and bright Virtue loves.
(p. 25)",2014-03-12 04:33:35 UTC,"""His mind / Knowledge illumines, and bright Virtue loves.""",2014-03-12 04:33:35 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23612,7836
"GONDIBERT.
Painful the race! but Raimond is the prize!
Ye Beings! who, superior to humanity,
Behold, with supercilious eye, our slidings;
Oh, blame not me, thus tempted, if I yield.
Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accus'd,
Who to seductions left our minds a prey--
--Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us;
Hath hung us round with senses exquisite,
Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions,
The first to weaken, and the last to war
On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!
How dark the night! The moon hath hid her head,
As scorning with her lucid beams to gild
This murky business. Thro' umbrageous trees
The whistling Eurus speaks, in hollow murmurs;
And dismal fancy, in yon shadowy ailes,
Might conjure up an hundred phantoms.
How strong th'impression of our dawning years!
The tales of sprites and goblins, that did awe
My infancy, all rush upon my mind,
And, spite of haughty reason, make it shrink.
Who is't approaches?
(p. 40)",2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,"""Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!",2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,"","",,Animals,"",ECCO-TCP,23614,7836
"GONDIBERT.
Then steel your mind, to bear the story's horror.
Call up your fortitude--
(p. 42)",2014-03-12 04:38:05 UTC,"""Then steel your mind, to bear the story's horror.""",2014-03-12 04:38:05 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",ECCO-TCP,23615,7836
"EDITHA.
Hah, my good Lord!
You know not our deceitful, dang'rous sex!
Those minds imbued by vice, with deepest stains,
Are often mask'd in forms almost divine--
Deck'd forth in words, and looks, that Virtue's self
Might challenge for her own. Such is Albina;
Such did Albina to her Lord appear:
What cause, save that, sent him to Palestine?
Why went he there, for honourable death,
But that her faults did surfeit him of life?
(p. 46)",2014-03-12 04:39:01 UTC,"""Those minds imbued by vice, with deepest stains, / Are often mask'd in forms almost divine-- / Deck'd forth in words, and looks, that Virtue's self / Might challenge for her own.""",2014-03-12 04:39:01 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23616,7836
"GONDIBERT.
Issue! 'tis well—'tis well. Leave me, good Egbert!
Oh! 'tis too much—this is too keen a stroke!
How shall I steer me in this fatal tempest?
Confess my wiles?—Horror! leave me, I say—
Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes,
As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?
EGBERT.
If right I read, your mindin balance hangs
'Twixt the opposing principles of good
And ill. Between these two the Pow'r that made us,
Bestow'd free-will to chuse: Oh, let me then
Direct your choice! Let him, whose tongue inspir'd
The early love of virtue, once more--
(p. 64)",2014-03-12 04:39:39 UTC,"""Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes, / As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?""",2014-03-12 04:39:39 UTC,"","",,Writing,"",ECCO-TCP,23617,7836
"GONDIBERT.
Issue! 'tis well—'tis well. Leave me, good Egbert!
Oh! 'tis too much—this is too keen a stroke!
How shall I steer me in this fatal tempest?
Confess my wiles?—Horror! leave me, I say—
Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes,
As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?
EGBERT.
If right I read, your mind in balance hangs
'Twixt the opposing principles of good
And ill. Between these two the Pow'r that made us,
Bestow'd free-will to chuse: Oh, let me then
Direct your choice! Let him, whose tongue inspir'd
The early love of virtue, once more--
(p. 64)",2014-03-12 04:40:45 UTC,"""If right I read, your mind in balance hangs /
'Twixt the opposing principles of good /
And ill.""",2014-03-12 04:40:45 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23618,7836