work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4416,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"WISEM.
What am I to think? Am I in a Dream? or was this writ in one? Sure, Madness has possessed the World, and Men, like the Limbs of a tainted Body, universally share the Infection. What shall I do! to go, is to encounter a Mad-man, and yet I will. Some strange Circumstances may have wrought this Delusion, which my Presence may dissipate. And, since Love and Jealousie are his Diseases, I ought to pity him, who know by dreadful Experience,
When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows,
How vainly Reason would its Force oppose;
Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind,
She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind.",2012-01-12,11651,"","""When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows, / How vainly Reason would its Force oppose; / Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind, / She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind.""",Empire,2012-01-12 19:14:47 UTC,"Act III, scene xvi"
7490,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-28 15:08:30 UTC,"SIFFREDI.
[After a pathetic Pause, looking on the Scene before him.]
Have I liv'd
To these enfeebled Years, by Heaven reserv'd,
To be a dreadful Monument of Justice?--
Rodolpho, raise the King, and bear him hence
From this distracting Scene of Blood and Death.
Alas! I dare not give him my Assistance;
My Care would only more enflame his Rage.
Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand,
That by rude Force the Passions would command,
That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast;
They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest.
Taught hence, Ye Parents, who from Nature stray,
And the great Ties of social Life betray;
Ne'er with your Children act a Tyrant's Part:
'Tis your's to guide, not violate the Heart.
Ye vainly wise, who o'er Mankind preside,
Behold my righteous Woes, and drop your Pride!
Keep Virtue's simple Path before your Eyes,
Nor think from Evil Good can ever rise.
(V.viii)",,21264,"","""Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand, / That by rude Force the Passions would command, / That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast; / They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest.""","",2013-06-28 15:08:30 UTC,"Act V, scene viii"
7554,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-23 02:14:45 UTC,"MENTOR.
And therefore wert thou bred to virtuous Knowledge,
And Wisdom early planted in thy Soul;
That thou might'st know to rule thy fiery Passions,
To bind their Rage, and stay their headlong Course,
To bear with Accidents, and ev'ry Change
Of various Life, to struggle with Adversity,
To wait the Leisure of the righteous Gods,
'Till they, in their own good appointed Hour,
Shall bid thy better Days come forth at once,
A long and shining Train; 'till thou well pleas'd
Shalt bow, and bless thy Fate, and own the Gods are just.
(I.i, p. 1)",,21972,"","""And therefore wert thou bred to virtuous Knowledge, / And Wisdom early planted in thy Soul; / That thou might'st know to rule thy fiery Passions, / To bind their Rage, and stay their headlong Course.""","",2013-07-23 02:14:45 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7640,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-21 05:35:37 UTC,"Elfrid.
This is, indeed,
To reign! So reigns the World's supreme Disposer.
All Things, but one, are subject to his Power;
But even his Pow'r, itself, obeys his Mercy.
Proud of Dominion, yet enslav'd to Fear,
Kings who love Blood, thro' one long Tempest steer,
While the calm Monarch, who with Smiles controuls,
Roots his safe Empire, and is King of Souls.
(p. 56)
",,22525,"","""Proud of Dominion, yet enslav'd to Fear, / Kings who love Blood, thro' one long Tempest steer, / While the calm Monarch, who with Smiles controuls, / Roots his safe Empire, and is King of Souls.""",Empire,2013-08-21 05:35:37 UTC,""
4914,"",LION,2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,"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)",,22660,"","""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.""",Fetters,2013-09-03 23:56:53 UTC,Prologue