text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"By no sly hint, or incident she tries
To bid on modest cheeks the blush arise:
The loosest thoughts our decent scenes suggest,
Virtue herself might harbour in her breast;
And where our harmless satire vents its spleen,
The soberest prude may laugh, without a skreen.
But not to mirth alone we claim your ear,
Some tender scenes demand the melting tear;
The comic dame, her different powers to prove,
Gives you the dear variety you love;
Sometimes assumes her graver sister's art,
Borrows her form, and tries to touch the heart.
But fancy's pictures float upon the brain,
And short-liv'd o'er the heart is passion's reign,
Till judgement stamp her sanction on the whole,
And sink th'impression deep into the soul.--",2009-09-14 19:39:34 UTC,"""And short-liv'd o'er the heart is passion's reign""",2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,Front Matter,Ruling Passion,,"","",Searching HDIS,13946,5185
"CARELESS.
Spirits! with one foot in the grave, he dances about the world, as if he was bit by a tarantula.
WISELY.
Why dancing is his ruling passion.
CARELESS.
So much, that he runs about to all the country assemblies, and is a beau garçon with all human infirmities.
WISELY.
He is very harmless and good-natur'd.
CARELESS.
Yes; but not a single idea but what is derived from dancing. If you ask him what sort of a place such a town is, ""They have a very good Monday-night assembly."" Or, if you desire to know what kind of people, ""They very often dance thirty couple.""
WISELY.
You have him exactly.
(I.i)",2012-01-12 21:59:31 UTC,"""Why dancing is his ruling passion.""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i",Ruling Passion,,"",•Murphy's translation of Voltaire's play. First performed 9 January 1764.,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",13991,5201
"MARIA
Heigh ho! I begin to perceive I have play'd the Fool.
AIR VIII.
[Bertoni.]
O Love, tyrannic God, whose fatal Dart
Subdues all Nature to its proud Controul;
I feel thy vengefal Shaft transfix my Heart,
And yield to thee the Empire of my Soul.
",2009-09-14 19:39:48 UTC,"One may fell Love's vengeful Shaft transfix her heart ""And yield to [it] the Empire of [her] Soul]",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene v","",,"","","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",14039,5218
"PLACID.
My lords and gentlemen, attend a while,
Nor let too specious words your sense beguile.
My brother's somewhat warm; but, entre nous,
Might not Platonic Wives suit some of you?
Men fond of hunting, drinking, or debate,
Would they repine at a Platonic mate?
Their hearts are aliened from domestic life,
And hounds, or wine, or party, are a wife.
Besides, he argues from the common laws,
But I in equity defend the cause;
Plead, women are not bound by Nature's rules,
Nor are their morals borrow'd from the schools:
How many sacrifice their youthful charms
To an old, wealthy husband's feeble arms!
Or yield to titles what they owe to merit,
Wretched themselves, that children may inherit!
These sure are Platonists, who thus forego
Nature's true joys for wealth, or rank, or shew!
Our heroine, tho' she differs wide from these,
Has but refin'd upon the same disease.
Our auth'ress too, perhaps, to aid her cause,
May boast herself the great sublime she draws.
By reason's standard, then, you judge amiss
Of those whose legislator is caprice:
I therefore crave exception for this night,
And plead the privilege of Female-right.
",2013-09-08 19:35:53 UTC,"""By reason's standard, then, you judge amiss / Of those whose legislator is caprice.""",2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,•INTEREST. Here we see metaphorics of judging and legislation together. ,Searching HDIS; Found again (11/16/2004),14046,5221
"There's a true picture!--how do ye like it, ladies?
How is the light? and how do ye think the shade is?
A copy hence our simple girl may make;
Unless she should this wiser counsel take,
Be rul'd by reason for your beauty's sake.
Reason still gives to radiant eyes their grace,
Warren's imperial milk--for ev'ry face.
Beauty, ye fair, may forge the lover's chain;
But the mind's charms your empire must maintain.
",2011-07-27 19:59:22 UTC,"""Be rul'd by reason for your beauty's sake.""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,Front Matter,"",2011-07-27,Empire,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),14188,5271
"RECITATIVE
Yet, why repine? What, though by bonds confined,
Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind?
Have we not cause for triumph when we see
Ourselves alone from idol-worship free?
Are not this very day those rites begun,
Where prostrate error hails the rising sun?
Do not our tyrant lords this day ordain
For superstition's rites and mirth profane?
And should we mourn? should coward virtue fly,
When impious folly rears her front on high?
No; rather let us triumph still the more,
And as our fortune sinks, our wishes soar.
(I.i)",2012-01-06 20:01:40 UTC,"""Yet, why repine? What, though by bonds confined, / Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind?""",2012-01-06 20:01:40 UTC,"Act I, Scene i","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",19386,6224
"CICERO.
Author of Life, behold and help thy Creature!
Is Reason giv'n us, yet its use denied?
So were thy gift our torment. Freely then,
Oh! let me ask, by what law dost thou govern?
By Justice--as becomes a gracious Father?
Or by wild will--as suits a lawless King?
Not so besure. Then let the guilty tremble;
Virtue is safe from harm. So I myself
Guilty pronounce; else wherefore thus undone?
Does Conscience, that just Judge, confirm my sentence?
There I am clear. My faults are then not mine,
But Nature's; against which no verdict lies:
Have the Gods less forbearance?
(p. 61)",2013-09-04 01:59:28 UTC,"""Does Conscience, that just Judge, confirm my sentence? / There I am clear.""",2013-09-04 01:59:28 UTC,"","",,Court and Inhabitants,"",LION,22678,7669
"CICERO.
Daughter, I've look'd into the hearts of men,
And trac'd the shifting passions, as they turn
To opposite extremes; there I have mark'd,
When Envy keeps the throne, 'tis Hell within us:
Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd,
The green and morbid colour of our souls
Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze
Of pity springs within us; with fond sorrow
Upon our prostrate rival we look down,
And mourn our own success.
(p. 76)",2013-09-04 02:13:44 UTC,"""Daughter, I've look'd into the hearts of men, / And trac'd the shifting passions, as they turn / To opposite extremes; there I have mark'd, / When Envy keeps the throne, 'tis Hell within us.""",2013-09-04 02:13:44 UTC,"","",,Throne,"",LION,22686,7669
"SEYFEL.
Oppression's arts, unworthy of the brave
To be the Prince's slave, t' enslave his people,
To crouch, or cruelly exact obedience,
Dazzled a while—but now demand repentance.
The noble Cyrus, with a lavish hand,
Would heap on me full measure of rewards;
I ever was the partner of his counsels—
But Cyrus died—and I was soon forgotten.
Cambyses I abandon'd—impious man!
Unworthy successor of such a father!
Ecbatan, as yet the abode of Media's Prince,
At her new court conceal'd my hoary head,
Till Smerdis, governing the Median realm,
Smerdis, who sought the ruin of the virtuous,
Gave a decisive blow to all my hopes;
The unbridled Athamand, his sister's son,
In firm alliance with a noble princess,
Whom Persia's court had destin'd to his love,
(His tyrant passions brooking no controul,)
Demanded Zobeide as despotic master.
(pp. 7-8)",2014-03-12 20:14:34 UTC,"""The unbridled Athamand, his sister's son, / In firm alliance with a noble princess, / Whom Persia's court had destin'd to his love, / (His tyrant passions brooking no controul,) / Demanded Zobeide as despotic master.""",2014-03-12 20:14:34 UTC,"","",,Empire,"",ECCO-TCP,23671,7844
"INDATER.
Shall kings controul th' eternal rights of nature?
The free-born mind is royal of itself,
Nor asks vain glosses from exterior grandeur.
(p. 49)",2014-03-12 20:18:37 UTC,"""Shall kings controul th' eternal rights of nature? / The free-born mind is royal of itself, / Nor asks vain glosses from exterior grandeur.""",2014-03-12 20:18:37 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23676,7844