updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2012-06-27 21:35:43 UTC,19806,"DON ANTONIO
I have quite lost Scent of her.--Where has the little Charmer of my Heart conceal'd herself? Odd! 'tis well if that Rogue Carlos hasn't been here, and carry'd her off the Premises.--My Heart flutters within me for Fear of him, like a Bird that's hunted in a Cage.--Ye Gods, and Goddesses, ye murm'ring Streams, ye shady Groves, Brooks, Woods, and Floods, pity poor Tony! I have travers'd the House from Top to Bottom. If she is'nt in this Closet, I'll leave off my fruitless Search.--Perhaps she may be at Prayers: But that's not very likely neither. However, I'll take one Peep to gratify my Curiosity.--
(Takes out his Spectacles and peeps at the Closet-Door)
Odd! there she is, like a good Christian, confessing her Sins to her old, ghostly Father.--How I flame with Love and Religion both at once! Odd! they are very earnest at their Devotions.--'Tis well if the Flesh does not get the better of the Spirit.--She has Charms enough to raise Vigour in a Priest as old as Nestor. I'll peep once again.--Bless us! the Devil has got the upper Hand, as I imagin'd.--Body of me, they kiss, and cling, and Prayer is turn'd to Rapture.--T'other Peep, and then.--Oh! Death and Damnation!--'Tis young Carlos, the strong-back'd, young Dog Carlos, in Masquerade. --Odd! I'll blow the Dog up.--I'll teach him to take the Habit before he's enter'd into Orders, with a Pox to him.--I'll ingratiate myself, however, by this Discovery, in Don Manuel's Favour, and get this Rival of mine lock'd up forever and ever.--Odd! I dar'nt trust 'em tho' any longer together.--I'll knock, I'm resolv'd, and spoil their Sport however.
(I.i)","","""My Heart flutters within me for Fear of him, like a Bird that's hunted in a Cage.""",7265,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Drama)",2012-06-27 21:35:43 UTC,"","Act I, Scene i",Beasts
2012-06-29 15:40:57 UTC,19811,"VULTURE.
Say you so?--But 'tis in your Power to make me merrier, you understand me--
[Patting her with his Cane.]
Mum! a word to the Wife is enough--ha! those Eyes! those Eyes! why, I am not so old as I look to be--I am not above Threescore; a good Age, a very good Age indeed-- I have liv'd temperately, not wasted my Health, nor my Strength upon the wanton Baggages of the Town, Hem! hem! There's Lungs! there's a Voice like a Game-Coc. --Hem! hem!
[falls a Coughing, Necessary strikes him on the Back.]
So very well Sweetheart; I am mightily troubled with Phlegm--od I took it a little too high for my Constitution, but every time I look upon you, I fancy my self but Eighteen, and my Heart springs in my Belly like a Bird in a Cage.
[Coughs.]
Oh Phlegm, Phlegm!
(II.2)
","","""So very well Sweetheart; I am mightily troubled with Phlegm--od I took it a little too high for my Constitution, but every time I look upon you, I fancy my self but Eighteen, and my Heart springs in my Belly like a Bird in a Cage.""",4241,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Drama)",2012-06-29 15:40:57 UTC,Mr Vulture's heart springs like a bird?,"Act II, Scene ii",Beasts
2013-07-20 20:55:43 UTC,21904,"SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF.
Let her instruct her Tongue to bear your Message;
Teach every Grace to smile in your Behalf,
And her deluding Eyes to gloat for you;
His ductile Reason will be wound about,
Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay,
Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience.
(IV.i, pp. 36)","","""His ductile Reason will be wound about, / Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay, / Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience.""",7551,,C-H Lion,2013-07-20 20:55:43 UTC,"","Act IV, scene i",Animals
2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,21908,"LORD HASTINGS
'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom,
Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage,
Thou beat'st thy self to Death. Retire, I beg thee;
To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me,
Thy Agonies are added to my own,
And make the Burden more than I can bear.
Farewel--Good Angels visit thy Afflictions,
And bring thee Peace and Comfort from above.
(IV.i, p. 47)","","""'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death.""",7551,,C-H Lion,2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,"","Act IV, scene i",Animals
2013-07-22 04:35:55 UTC,21970,"ARTAXERXES.
There Life gave way, and the last Rosie Breath
Went in that Sigh. Death like a Brutal Victor
Already enter'd with rude hast defaces,
The lovely Frame he hast master'd; see how soon.
These Starry Eyes have lost their Light and Lustre!
Stay let me close their Lids. Now for the Rest.
Old Memnon! ha! Grief has transfix'd his Brain,
And he perceives me not!--Now what of thee?
Think'st thou to live thou Wretch? Think not of any thing
Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils.
To think on what they are! and see this Weapon
Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness.
Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.
Lend me thy Bosom, my cold Bride; Ill Fortune
[Lying by her.]
Has done its Worst, and we shall part no more;
Wait for me, Gentle Spirit, since the Stars
Together must receive us!
[Stabs himself.]
Oh well aim'd!
How foolish is the Coward's Fear of Death!
Of Death, the gentlest--surest way to Peace.
[Artaxerxes dies.]
(V.ii, p. 66)","","""Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.""",7553,,C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:34:44 UTC,Pagination screwy in C-H Lion. Fixed by consulting ECCO. ,"Act V, scene ii",Animals
2013-08-17 21:28:05 UTC,22303,"DON ALONZO
Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought,
Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs,
And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil
In which her self is taken. I am lost,
Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd,
And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.
One Argument is ballanc'd by another,
And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight,
And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs.
No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind,
This inward Anarchy; but find my Wife,
And to her trembling Heart presenting Death,
Force all the Secret from her.
(IV.i, p. 36)","","""Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought, / Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs, / And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil / In which her self is taken. I am lost, / Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd, / And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.""",7619,,LION,2013-08-17 21:28:05 UTC,"",Act IV,Animals
2013-08-20 03:09:09 UTC,22471,"MARIAMNE
Poor Arsinoe!
My favours shall deface the memory
Of past afflictions: on a soul secure
In native innocence, or grief or joy
Shou'd make no deeper prints than air retains;
Where fleet alike the vulture and the dove,
And leave no trace. Blind fortune that bestows
The perishable toys of wealth and pow'r,
At random oft resumes them, pleas'd to make
An hurricane of life: but the firm mind
Safe on exalted virtue reigns sedate,
Superior to the giddy whirls of fate.
(p. 12)
","","""My favours shall deface the memory / Of past afflictions: on a soul secure / In native innocence, or grief or joy / Shou'd make no deeper prints than air retains; / Where fleet alike the vulture and the dove, / And leave no trace.""",7636,,LION,2013-08-20 03:09:09 UTC,"","",Animals and Impressions