text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"HEART.
There goes an Instance of the great Power our Reason hath over our Passions. But hold,-- Why should I seek Instances abroad, who have so sufficient an Example in my own Breast--Where had Reason the Dominion, I should have long since expell'd the little Tyrant, who hath made such Ravage there--Of what Use is Reason then? Why, of the Use that a Window is to a Man in a Prison, to let him see the Horrors he is confined in; but lends him no Assistance to his Escape.",2009-09-14 19:37:04 UTC,"""Where had Reason the Dominion, I should have long since expell'd the little Tyrant, who hath made such Ravage there""",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Act V, scene iv","",,"",•I've included twice: Tyrant and Dominion,Searching in HDIS (Drama),12518,4742
"HEART.
There goes an Instance of the great Power our Reason hath over our Passions. But hold,-- Why should I seek Instances abroad, who have so sufficient an Example in my own Breast--Where had Reason the Dominion, I should have long since expell'd the little Tyrant, who hath made such Ravage there--Of what Use is Reason then? Why, of the Use that a Window is to a Man in a Prison, to let him see the Horrors he is confined in; but lends him no Assistance to his Escape.",2009-09-14 19:37:04 UTC,"""Of what Use is Reason then? Why, of the Use that a Window is to a Man in a Prison, to let him see the Horrors he is confined in; but lends him no Assistance to his Escape""",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Act V, scene iv","",,Rooms,•I've included twice: Window and Prison.
•INTEREST. USE in entry. I really like this metaphor.,"Searching ""reason"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Drama)",12520,4742
"MIL.
No, Faith; not very tenderly--not without a great deal of Discretion--Here lies the Difference between us: You, Heartfort, have Discretion in every thing but Love--I have Discretion in nothing else.--Mine is a true English Heart; it is an equal Stranger to the Heat of the Equator and the Frost of the Pole. Love still nourishes it with a temperate Heat, as the Sun doth our Climate; and Beauties rise after Beauties in the one, just as Fruits do in the other.",2009-09-14 19:37:05 UTC,"""Mine is a true English Heart; it is an equal Stranger to the Heat of the Equator and the Frost of the Pole.""",2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene vi","",,Inhabitants,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Drama)",12526,4742
"MIL.
No, Faith; not very tenderly--not without a great deal of Discretion--Here lies the Difference between us: You, Heartfort, have Discretion in every thing but Love--I have Discretion in nothing else.--Mine is a true English Heart; it is an equal Stranger to the Heat of the Equator and the Frost of the Pole. Love still nourishes it with a temperate Heat, as the Sun doth our Climate; and Beauties rise after Beauties in the one, just as Fruits do in the other.",2009-09-14 19:37:05 UTC,"""Love still nourishes [the heart] with a temperate Heat, as the Sun doth our Climate; and Beauties rise after Beauties in the one, just as Fruits do in the other""",2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene vi","",,"",•I've included twice: Garden and Sun.,Searching in HDIS (Drama),12527,4742
"ELFRIDA.
Do you too fear? Alas!
I flatter'd my poor soul that all its Fears
Were Grief's distemper'd coinage, that my Love
Rais'd causeless apprehensions, and at length
Edgar would quite forgive. I do bethink me,
My joy broke forth too rashly. When they left us,
His safety was not half secur'd; my pleading
Was not half heard; I should have follow'd Edgar,
Claim'd more full pardon, forc'd him to embrace
My sorrowing Lord.
(p. 68)",2014-03-07 17:36:33 UTC,"""I flatter'd my poor soul that all its Fears / Were Grief's distemper'd coinage, that my Love / Rais'd causeless apprehensions, and at length / Edgar would quite forgive.""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Coinage,"•Used as epigraph in Coinage.
•CONFIRMED in Google during MS editing. Ed. AER.","Searching ""coin"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in Google Books.",13105,4886
"GAM.
The Conversation of the Court your Ladyship has engross'd, ever since you last honour'd it with your Appearance.
LUC.
Oh! you Flatterer! have I! Well! and what fresh Victims? But 'tis impossible; the Sunshine of a northern Beauty is too feeble to thaw the icy Heart of a French Courtier.
GAM.
What Injustice to your own Charms and our Discernment!
LUC.
Indeed! nay, I care not; if I have Fire enough to warm one British Bosom, rule! rule! ye Paris Belles! I envy not your Conquests.",2009-09-14 19:37:49 UTC,"The ""Sunshine of a northern Beauty is too feeble to thaw the icy Heart of a French Courtier""",2004-10-13 00:00:00 UTC,Act II,"",,"","",Searching HDIS,13140,4900
"DRAW
'Till the Scene chang'd, and then I melted. I order'd the Officers to take away their Prisoner. The Women shriek'd, and wou'd have follow'd him; but we forbad 'em. 'Twas then they fell upon their Knees, the Wife fainting, the Sister raving, and both with all the Eloquence of Misery endeavouring to soften us. I never felt Compassion 'till that Moment; and had the Officers been mov'd like Me, we had left the Business undone, and fled with Curses on ourselves. But their Hearts were steel'd by Custom. The Tears of Beauty and the Pangs of Affection were beneath their Pity. They tore him from their Arms, and lodg'd him in Prison, with only Jarvis to comfort him.",2009-09-14 19:37:55 UTC,"""But their Hearts were steel'd by Custom.""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Act V, scene v","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",13176,4914
"BELLAMY.
It must be from a fine Woman then: and not such as are generally reputed so--And it must be a thorough Acquaintance with her too, that will ever make an Impression on my Heart.
(I.i)",2013-06-28 15:29:11 UTC,"""And it must be a thorough Acquaintance with her too, that will ever make an Impression on my Heart.""",2013-06-28 15:29:11 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,Impressions,"",C-H Lion,21265,7491
"BELLAMY.
So--Buckle--you seem to have your Hands full.
BUCKLE.
Not fuller than my Head, Sir, I promise you. You have had your Letter, I hope.
(II.iv)",2013-06-28 15:30:07 UTC,"""Not fuller than my Head, Sir, I promise you.""",2013-06-28 15:30:07 UTC,"Act II, scene iv","",,"","",C-H Lion,21266,7491
"PROLOGUE
Like fam'd La Mancha's Knight, who Launce in hand,
Mounted his Steed to free th' enchanted Land,
Our Quixote Bard sets forth a Monster-taming,
Arm'd at all Points, to fight that Hydra-- Gaming
Aloft on Pegasus he waves his Pen,
And hurls Defiance at the Caitiff's Den.
The First on fancy'd Giants spent his Rage,
But This has more than Windmills to engage.
He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul,
Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul;
Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys,
Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.
To save our Land from this Magician's Charms,
And rescue Maids and Matrons from his Arms,
Our Knight Poetic comes--And Oh! ye Fair!
This black Enchanter's wicked Arts beware!
His subtle Poison dims the brightest Eyes,
And at his Touch, each Grace and Beauty dies.
Love, Gentleness and Joy to Rage give Way,
And the soft Dove becomes a Bird of Prey,
May this our bold Advent'rer break the Spell,
And drive the Dæmon to his native Hell.
(p. v)",2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,"""He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul, / Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul; / Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys, / Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys.""",2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,Prologue,"",,Fetters,"",LION,22660,4914