work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3639,"",HDIS,2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"In my remote and humble seat
Now I'm again possest
Of that late fugitive, my Breast,
From all thy tumults and from all thy heat
I'le find a quiet and a cool retreat;
And on the Fetters I have worn
Look with experienc'd and revengeful scorn
In this my sov'raign Privacy.
'Tis true I cannot govern thee,
But yet my self I may subdue;
And that's the nobler Empire of the two.
If ev'ry Passion had got leave
Its satisfaction to receive,
Yet I would it a higher pleasure call,
To conquer one, then to indulge them all.",,9462,"","""But yet my self I may subdue; / And that's the nobler Empire of the two""","",2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,2
3649,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"To you whose Dignity strikes us with aw,
And whose far greater Judgment gives us law,
(Your Mind b'ing more transcendent than your State,
For while but Knees to this, Hearts bow to that,)
These humble Papers never durst come near,
Had not your pow'rful Word bid them appear;
In which such majesty, such sweetness dwells,
As in one act obliges, and compels.
None can dispute commands vouchsaf'd by you.
What shall my fears then and confusion do?
They must resign, and by their just pretence
Some value set on my obedience.
For in religious Duties, 'tis confest,
The most Implicite are accepted best.
If on that score your Highness will excuse
This blushing tribute of an artless Muse,
She may (encourag'd by your least regard,
Which first can worth create, and then reward)
At modest distance with improved strains
That Mercy celebrate which now she gains.
But should you that severer justice use,
Which these too prompt Approches may produce,
As the swift Hinde which hath escaped long,
Believes a Vulgar shot would be a wrong;
But wounded by a Prince falls without shame,
And what in life she loses, gains in fame:
So if a Ray from you chance to be sent,
Which to consume, and not to warm, is meant;
My trembling Muse at least more nobly dies,
And falls by that a truer sacrifice.",,9472,"",""" (Your Mind b'ing more transcendent than your State, / For while but Knees to this, Hearts bow to that,)""","",2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3704,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"WILL
Agreed.
Love does all day the Soules great Empire keep,
But Wine at night Lulls the soft God asleep.",2005-11-30,9596,•Cross-reference: See also Kemble's adaptation: Love in Many Masks (1790).,"""Love does all day the Soules great Empire keep, / But Wine at night Lulls the soft God asleep.""",Empire,2009-09-14 19:34:20 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
3819,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""brain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet Poverty does leave the Man entire,
But Sickness nearer Mischiefs does conspire;
Invades the Body with a loath'd Embrace,
Prides both its Strength, and Beauty to deface;
Nor does its Malice in these bounds restrain,
But shakes the Throne of Sacred Wit, the Brain,
And with a ne're enough detested Force
Reason disturbs, and turns out of its Course.
Again, when Nature some Rare Piece has made,
On which her Utmost Skill she seems t'ave laid,
Polish't, adorn'd the Work with moving Grace,
And in the Beauteous Frame a Soul doth place,
So perfectly compos'd, it makes Divine
Each Motion, Word, and Look from thence does shine;
This Goodly Composition, the Delight
Of ev'ry Heart, and Joy of ev'ry sight,
Its peevish Malice has the Power to spoyle,
And with a Sully'd Hand its Lusture soyle.
The Grief were Endless, that should all bewaile,
Against whose sweet Repose thou dost prevail:
Some freeze with Agues, some with Feavers burn,
Whose Lives thou half out of their Holds dost turn;
And of whose Sufferings it may be said,
They living feel the very State o'th' Dead.
Thou in a thousand sev'ral Forms are drest,
And in them all dost Wretched Man infest.
",2012-01-23,9839,"","""Nor does its [sickness's] Malice in these bounds restrain, / But shakes the Throne of Sacred Wit, the Brain, / And with a ne're enough detested Force / Reason disturbs, and turns out of its Course.""",Throne,2012-01-23 14:48:27 UTC,""
3835,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"GAY.
Oh! why all this?
By all the Powers above! by this dear Hand,
And by this Ring, which on this Hand I place,
On which I've sworn Fidelity to Love;
I never had a Wish or soft Desire
To any other Woman,
Since Julia sway'd the Empire of my Soul!
",,9869,"",A woman may sway the Empire of one's soul,"",2009-09-14 19:34:32 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
3846,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-19 00:00:00 UTC,"My Heart your Empire now disdains,
And Frown, or Smile, all's one to me:
The Slave has broke his Servial Chains,
And spight of all your Pride is free
From the Tyrannick Slavery.",,9890,"","""My Heart your Empire now disdains, / And Frown, or Smile, all's one to me.""",Empire,2013-06-17 23:33:52 UTC,""
3847,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-19 00:00:00 UTC,"In courts I sought thee then, thy proper sphear
But thou in crowds we'rt stifl'd there,
Int'rest did all the loving business do,
Invites the youths and wins the Virgins too.
Or if by chance some heart thy empire own
(Ah power ingrate!) the slave must be undone.",,9891,"","By chance some heart may ""thy empire own""","",2009-09-14 19:34:33 UTC,""
6726,"",Reading,2010-06-21 18:08:15 UTC,"He that commands himself is more a Prince
Then he who Nations keeps in awe;
Who yield to all that does their Souls convince,
Shall never need another Law.
(ll. 76-80)",,17899,"","""He that commands himself is more a Prince / Then he who Nations keeps in awe; / Who yield to all that does their Souls convince, / Shall never need another Law.""",Empire,2010-06-21 18:08:15 UTC,""
3853,"",Reading,2014-08-28 03:16:10 UTC,"The next Day Miranda, finding no Advantage from her Messenger of Love, in the Evening sends another (impatient of Delay) confessing that she who suffer'd the Shame of Writing and Imploring, was the Person her self who ador'd him. 'Twas there her raging Love made her say all things that discover'd the nature of its Flame, and propose to slee with him to any part of the World, if he wou'd quit the Convent; that she had a Fortune considerable enough to make him happy, and that his Youth and Quality were not given him to so unprofitable an End as to lose themselves in a Convent, where Poverty and Ease was all their Business. In fine, she leaves nothing unurg'd that might debauch and invite him; not forgetting to send him her own Character of Beauty, and left him to judge of her Wit and Spirit by her Writing, and her Love by the Extremity of Passion she profess'd. To all which the lovely Friar made no Return, as believing a gentle Capitulation or Exhortation to her wou'd but inflame her the more, and give new Occasions for her continuing to write. All her Reasonings, false and vitious, he despis'd, pities the Error of her Love, and was Proof against all she cou'd plead. Yet notwithstanding his Silence, which left her in doubt, and more tormented her, she ceas'd not to pursue him with her Letters, varying her Style; sometimes all wanton, loose and raving; sometimes feigning a Virgin-Modesty all over, accusing her self, blaming her Conduct, and sighing her Destiny, as one compell'd to the shameful Discovery by the Austerity of his Vow and Habit, asking his Pity and Forgiveness; urging him in Charity to use his fatherly Care to perswade and reason with her wild Desires, and by his Counsel drive the God from her Heart, whose Tyranny was worse than that of a Fiend; and he did not know what his pious Advice might do. But still she writes in vain, in vain she varies her Style, by a Cunning, peculiar to a Maid possess'd with such a sort of Passion.
(pp. 39-41)",,24411,"","""Yet notwithstanding his Silence, which left her in doubt, and more tormented her, she ceas'd not to pursue him with her Letters, varying her Style; sometimes all wanton, loose and raving; sometimes feigning a Virgin-Modesty all over, accusing her self, blaming her Conduct, and sighing her Destiny, as one compell'd to the shameful Discovery by the Austerity of his Vow and Habit, asking his Pity and Forgiveness; urging him in Charity to use his fatherly Care to perswade and reason with her wild Desires, and by his Counsel drive the God from her Heart, whose Tyranny was worse than that of a Fiend; and he did not know what his pious Advice might do.""","",2014-08-28 03:16:10 UTC,""