work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3938,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-02 19:08:04 UTC,"But now I see by your assisting Light
I'm both Idolater, and Hypocrite.
How black and dismal do's my Crime appear?
How sharp the Stings of raging Conscience are?
Who can the Pangs and deadly Anguish bear?
O let my head a weeping Fountain grow,
And from my Eyes let mournful Rivers flow.
Let me dissolve to Tears, let every Vein
A stream of Water, not of Blood contain.
Thro' all the winding Channels to my Eyes
Let unexhausted Stores of Moisture rise.
Let no sufficient Treasures be deny'd
To feed the sad, but Everlasting Tide.
Let Love's strong Flame by its Celestial Art
To fill my Eyes, dissolve and melt my Heart;
As Central Fire advances watry Steams
Which from the Mountains spring in Crystal Streams.
Rivers and Seas I want for my Relief,
To Ease, and Vent unutterable Grief.
I, that my Tears may to a Deluge grow,
Will break my Stores up, my Abyss of Woe.
Descend my Tears, in Cataracts slow down,
Me, and my load of Guilt together drown.
Let mighty Torrents from my Eye-balls roll,
Fit to dilute th'Almighty's wrathful Bowl.
Lord, strike this Marble Heart, thy powerful Stroke
Will make a Flood gush from the cleaving Rock.
O draw all Nature's Sluces up, and drain
Her Magazines, which liquid Stores contain.
(Bk VIII, p. 230, ll. 774-802)",,21435,"","""Lord, strike this Marble Heart, thy powerful Stroke / Will make a Flood gush from the cleaving Rock. / O draw all Nature's Sluces up, and drain / Her Magazines, which liquid Stores contain.""","",2013-07-02 19:08:04 UTC,Book VIII
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 04:11:40 UTC,"ARPASIA.
A little longer yet, be strong, my Heart,
A little longer let the busy Spirits
Keep on their chearful round.--It won'ot be:
Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach,
Succeeding one another in their Course,
Like Drops of Eating Water on the Marble,
At length have worn my boasted Courage down.
I will indulge the Woman in my Soul,
And give a loose to Tears, and to Impatience;
Death is at last my due, and I will have it.--
And see, the poor Moneses comes to take
One sad Adieu, and then we part for ever.
(IV.i, p. 54)",,21853,"","""Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach, / Succeeding one another in their Course, / Like Drops of Eating Water on the Marble, / At length have worn my boasted Courage down.""","",2013-07-17 04:11:40 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7842,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 18:05:34 UTC,"PLACENTIA.
Oh! Bassino! Bassino!
Oh! wretched Woman! Oh! that I had dy'd
E'er I had known him false: Then I were happy:
And tho' contented with his second Choice,
He with a pitying Sigh, perhaps, had grac'd
My Memory--
Oh! all ye Powers that virtuous Love inspire,
Assist me now: inform my Vocal Organs
With Angel Eloquence, such as can melt
His Heart of Flint, and move his former Kindness.
(Aside.)
But if that fail, I will remove the Cause
Of both our Woes--Yes, that happy Charmer,
That Rival of my Love shall surely die.
ARMANDO.
Doubt not of the Success: What Heart of Steel
Could ere resist such Beauty drest in Tears?
(pp. 46-7)",,23662,"","""Oh! all ye Powers that virtuous Love inspire, / Assist me now: inform my Vocal Organs / With Angel Eloquence, such as can melt / His Heart of Flint, and move his former Kindness.""","",2014-03-12 18:05:34 UTC,""