work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7043,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",2011-07-28 19:36:02 UTC,"IBRAHIM
Yes, she has a thousand charms, and my heart is already in her chains.--How dared Mustapha deceive me? He talked of deformity--her form is symmetry itself, and her hair which he decried, is fit for the bow-strings of the god of love.
(III.i)
",,19043,"","""Yes, she has a thousand charms, and my heart is already in her chains.""",Fetters,2011-07-28 19:36:02 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
7043,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",2011-07-30 20:52:30 UTC,"IBRAHIM
O thou enchantress!
[Starting back]
Thou wife of Orloff! thou hast my soul in chains--drag it not to perdition!
(V.v)",,19074,"","""Thou wife of Orloff! thou hast my soul in chains--drag it not to perdition!""",Fetters,2011-07-30 20:52:30 UTC,"Act V, scene v"
7043,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",2011-08-01 19:45:06 UTC,"IBRAHIM
Christian, thou know'st me not! Whilst left to myself, I could command myself! My ardent passions I could hold in chains, and suppress that love which honor could not sanction--But thou shalt know when thus oppos'd, I own no law but will--drag him away.
(V.v)",,19080,"","""My ardent passions I could hold in chains, and suppress that love which honor could not sanction.""",Fetters,2011-08-01 19:45:06 UTC,"Act V, scene v"
5681,"",Reading,2012-08-14 13:32:28 UTC," Whene'er to Afric's shores I turn my eyes,
Horrors of deepest, deadliest guilt arise;
I see, by more than Fancy's mirror shewn,
The burning village, and the blazing town:
See the dire victim torn from social life,
The shrieking babe, the agonizing wife!
She, wretch forlorn! is dragg'd by hostile hands,
To distant tyrants sold, in distant lands!
Transmitted miseries, and successive chains,
The sole sad heritage her child obtains!
Ev'n this last wretched boon their foes deny,
To weep together, or together die.
By felon hands, by one relentless stroke,
See the fond links of feeling nature broke!
The fibres twisting round a parent's heart,
Torn from their grasp, and bleeding as they part.
(ll. 95-110, p. 104 in Wood)",,19913,"","""See the fond links of feeling nature broke! / The fibres twisting round a parent's heart, / Torn from their grasp, and bleeding as they part.""",Fetters,2012-08-14 13:32:28 UTC,""
5681,Meta-Metaphorical,Reading,2012-08-14 14:32:46 UTC,"When the fierce Sun darts vertical his beams,
And thirst and hunger mix their wild extremes;
When the sharp iron * wounds his inmost soul,
And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll;
Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire,
No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?
[...]
* This is not said figuratively. The writer of these lines has seen a complete set of chains, fitted to every separate limb of these unhappy, innocent men; together with instruments for wrenching open the jaws, contrived with such ingenious cruelty as would shock the humanity of an inquisitor.
(ll. 171-6, p. 13, p. 106 in Wood)",,19915,"CRAZY! USE IN ENTRY: ""This is not said figuratively.""","""When the sharp iron wounds his inmost soul, / And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll; / Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire, / No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?""",Fetters,2012-08-14 14:33:41 UTC,""