text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"BELVILLE
I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart. My chearfulness has left me, and I am grown insensible even to the delicious plea|sure of making those happy who depend on my pro|tection.
AIR.
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes,
How peaceful pass'd the joyous day!
In rural sports I gain'd the prize,
Each virgin listen'd to my lay.
But now no more I touch the lyre,
No more the rustic sport can please;
I live the slave of fond desire,
Lost to myself, to mirth, and ease.
The tree that in a happier hour
It's boughs extended o'er the plain,
When blasted by the lightning's power,
Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain.
(p. 26)",2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,"""I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart.""",2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"",ECCO-TCP,22613,7660
"EGBERT.
I fear not
Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die,
If, dying, on your mind I can impress
Just horror for the--
(p. 66)",2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,"""I fear not / Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die, / If, dying, on your mind I can impress / Just horror for the--""",2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"",ECCO-TCP,23619,7836