work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3714,"","Searching ""crowd"" and ""thought"" in HDIS (Drama)",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,BELL.
--Hah--Celinda--in my crowd of thoughts
I had forgot I sent--come nearer Boy--
--What did she say to thee?--Did she not smile?
And use thee with contempt and scorn--tell me.,,9607,"","""--Hah--Celinda--in my crowd of thoughts / I had forgot I sent""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:34:21 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
3739,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2005-06-03 00:00:00 UTC,"FRIEND.
Fear not, Sir, I'll excuse ye.
Goes out bowing to Mar.
SIR JOHN.
You little amiable mischievous Ape you, what a scurvie malicious Jest did you break upon me, to make the Proverb good, You had rather lose your Friend than your Jest?
DIAN.
A Jest! it was a parlous true one then: I said you were all Mettle; A brazen face, a leaden brain, and a copper nose and beard.
SIR JOHN
Wit, Lightning, and Quick-silver, thou little more than Dwarf, and something less than woman.",,9659,"","""I said you were all Mettle; A brazen face, a leaden brain, and a copper nose and beard.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:23 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv"
3750,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"PET.
What can this mad poor Captain do for you, love you whil'st you can buy him Britches, and then leave you; a Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all, with their Iron minds and Buff hearts: feather'd Inamorato's have nothing that belongs to Love but his Wings, the Devil clip 'em for Petronella--",,9677,"","""[A] Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all, with their Iron minds and Buff hearts""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:24 UTC,"Act IV, scene 4iii"
3759,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2004-11-15 00:00:00 UTC,"JAC.
I'm glad you find me a Sybill; Madam, I ever proficy'd a happier end of that Amour than your ill fortune has hitherto promised,--but what said the Lovely Cavalier?
JUL.
All that a man inspir'd with Love cou'd say, All that was soft and Charming.
JAC.
Nay, I believe his Art.
JUL.
Judge then what my Heart Feels, who, like a fire but lightly cover'd o're with the cold Ashes of Despair, with the least blast, breaks out into a flame; I burn, I burn, Jacinta, and onely Charming Carlos can alay my Pain--but how, Ay there's the question?
JAC.
Some way I will contrive to speak with him, for he has lost his old wont if he traverse not the street where you live, but see Dona Clara.--",2009-02-21,9694,"•INTEREST. The grammar of personification: ""my heart... who.""Is this common? REVISIT.
•Stripped out bolding and italics typos","""Judge then what my Heart Feels, who, like a fire but lightly cover'd o're with the cold Ashes of Despair, with the least blast, breaks out into a flame.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:24 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
3781,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"After them Damon Piping came,
Who laughs at Cupid and his Flame;
Swears, if the Boy should him approach,
He'd burn his Wings with his own Torch:
But he's too young for Love t'invade,
Though for him languish many a Maid.
His lovely Ayr, his chearful Face,
Adorn'd with many a Youthful Grace,
Beget more Sighs then if with Arts
He should design to conquer Hearts:
The Swains as well as Nymphs submit
To's Charms of Beauty and of VVit.
He'll sing, he'll dance, he'll pipe and play,
And wanton out a Summers day;
And wheresoever Damon be,
He's still the Soul o'th' Companie.
",,9742,"","One may "" Beget more Sighs then if with Arts / He should design to conquer Hearts""","",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3782,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC," Amyntas whilst you
Have an Art to subdue,
And can conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile,
You Pityless grow,
And no Faith will allow;
'Tis the Glory you seek when you rifle the Spoil.
",,9743,"","One may ""conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile""","",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,""
3783,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC," Her Bright Eyes sweet, and yet severe,
VVhere Love and Shame confus'dly strive,
Fresh Vigor to Lysander give;
And breathing faintly in his Ear,
She cry'd--Cease, Cease--your vain Desire,
Or I'll call out--What would you do?
My Dearer Honour ev'n to You
I cannot, must not give--Retire,
Or take this Life, whose chiefest part
I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart.
",,9744,"","""[T]ake this Life, whose chiefest part / I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart""","",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,""
3784,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC," Thy bow, thy Quiver, and thy Darts:
Even of thy Painted Wings has rifled thee,
To bear him from his Conquer'd broken Hearts,
To the next Fair and Yeilding She.
",,9745,"","One may be born by Love's wing ""from his Conquer'd broken Hearts, / To the next Fair and Yeilding She""","",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,""
3791,"","Searching ""impression"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"When from so many ways Loves Arrows storm,
Who can the heedless Heart defend from harm?
Beauty and Musick must the Soul disarme;
Since Harmony, like Fire to VVax, does fit
The softned Heart Impressions to admit:
As the brisk sounds of Warr the Courage move,
Musick prepares and warms the Soul to Love.
But when the kindling Sparks such Fuel meet,
No wonder if the Flame inspir'd be great.",,9756,"•Mixes Music, Wax, and Impression. I've included thrice.","""Since Harmony, like Fire to VVax, does fit / The softned Heart Impressions to admit.""",Impression,2011-05-25 20:59:11 UTC,""
3794,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC," Hail bright Urania! Erato hail!
Melpomene, Polymnia, Euterpe, hail!
And all ye blessed powers that inspire
The Heaven-born Soul with intellectual fire;
Pardon my humble and unhallow'd Muse,
If she too great a veneration use,
And prostrate at your best lov'd Darling's feet
Your holy Fane with sacred honour greet:
Her more than Pythian Oracles are so divine,
You sure not onely virtually are
Within the glorious Shrine,
But you your very selves must needs be there.
The Delian Prophet did at first ordain,
That even the mighty Nine should reign,
In distant Empires of different Clime;
And if in her triumphant Throne,
She rules those learned Regions alone,
The fam'd Pyerides are out-done by her omnipotent Rhime.
In proper Cells her large capacious Brain
The images of all things does contain,
As bright almost as were th'Ideas laid,
In the last model e'er the World was made.
And though her vast conceptions are so strong,
The powerfull eloquence of her charming tongue
Does, clear as the resistless beams of day,
To our enlightned Souls the noble thoughts convey;
Well chosen, well appointed, every word
Does its full force and natural grace afford;
And though in her rich treasury,
Confus'd like Elements great Numbers lie,
When they their mixture and proportion take,
What beauteous forms of every kind they make!
Such was the Language God himself infus'd,
And such the style our great Forefather us'd,
From one large stock the various sounds he fram'd,
And every Species of the vast Creation nam'd.
While most of our dull Sex have trod
In beaten paths of one continued Road,
Her skilfull and well manag'd Muse
Does all the art and strength of different paces use:
For though sometimes with slackned force,
She wisely stops her fleetest course,
That slow but strong Majestick pace
Shews her the swiftest steed of all the chosen Race.
",,9764,"","""In proper Cells her large capacious Brain / The images of all things does contain, / As bright almost as were th'Ideas laid, / In the last model e'er the World was made.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,Stanza IV.