text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"S. Will.
Troth, Symon, Bauldy's more afraid than hurt,
The Witch and Ghaist have made themselves good Sport.
What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind,
That is thro' want of Education blind!",2009-09-14 19:36:09 UTC,"""What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind, / That is thro' want of Education blind!""",2006-03-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"•I've included thrice: Crowd, Cloud, Blindness","Searching ""mind"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11684,4435
"Sir WILLIAM
Then never let us think our Time
and Care, when thus imployed,
Are thrown away; but deem't a Crime
when Youth's by Sloth destroyed.
'Tis only active Souls can rise
to Fame, and all that's splendid.
Still Favourites of these conquering Eyes,
'gainst whom no Heart's defended.
",2013-10-31 05:20:08 UTC,"""Still Favourites of these conquering Eyes, / 'gainst whom no Heart's defended.""",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Empire,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11714,4448
"LADY RANDOLPH.
Silent, alas! is he for whom I mourn:
Childless, without memorial of his name,
He only now in my remembrance lives.
This fatal day stirs my time-settled sorrow,
Troubles afresh the fountain of my heart.
(Act I, p. 8)",2013-06-28 16:18:41 UTC,"""This fatal day stirs my time-settled sorrow, / Troubles afresh the fountain of my heart.""",2013-06-28 16:18:41 UTC,Act I,"",,"","",C-H Lion,21267,7492
"LORD RANDOLPH.
When was it pure of sadness! These black weeds
Express the wonted colour of thy mind,
For ever dark and dismal. Seven long years
Are pass'd, since we were join'd by sacred ties:
Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow,
Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy.
Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish,
As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand,
Has past o'er thee in vain.
(Act I, p. 8)",2013-06-28 16:19:50 UTC,"""These black weeds / Express the wonted colour of thy mind, / For ever dark and dismal.""",2013-06-28 16:19:50 UTC,Act I,"",,"","[FIXING TYPO in C-H: ""fand"" to ""sand""]",C-H Lion,21268,7492
"LORD RANDOLPH.
When was it pure of sadness! These black weeds
Express the wonted colour of thy mind,
For ever dark and dismal. Seven long years
Are pass'd, since we were join'd by sacred ties:
Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow,
Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy.
Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish,
As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand,
Has past o'er thee in vain.
(Act I, p. 8)",2013-06-28 16:20:49 UTC,"""Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow, / Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy.""",2013-06-28 16:20:49 UTC,Act I,"",,"","",C-H Lion,21269,7492
"LORD RANDOLPH.
When was it pure of sadness! These black weeds
Express the wonted colour of thy mind,
For ever dark and dismal. Seven long years
Are pass'd, since we were join'd by sacred ties:
Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow,
Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy.
Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish,
As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand,
Has past o'er thee in vain.
(Act I, p. 8)",2013-06-28 16:22:36 UTC,"""Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish, / As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand, / Has past o'er thee in vain.""",2013-06-28 16:22:36 UTC,Act I,"",,Impressions,"",C-H Lion,21270,7492
"LORD RANDOLPH.
That I confess; yet ever must regret
The grief I cannot cure. Would thou wert not
Compos'd of grief and tenderness alone,
But had'st a spark of other passions in thee,
Pride, anger, vanity, the strong desire
Of admiration, dear to woman kind;
These might contend with, and allay thy grief,
As meeting tides and currents smooth our firth.
(Act I, p. 9)",2013-06-28 16:24:22 UTC,"""Would thou wert not / Compos'd of grief and tenderness alone, / But had'st a spark of other passions in thee, / Pride, anger, vanity, the strong desire / Of admiration, dear to woman kind;/ These might contend with, and allay thy grief, / As meeting tides and currents smooth our firth.""",2013-06-28 16:24:22 UTC,Act I,"",,"","",C-H Lion,21271,7492
"LADY RANDOLPH.
His parting words have struck a fatal truth.
O Douglas! Douglas! tender was the time
When we two parted, ne'er to meet again!
How many years of anguish and despair
Has heav'n annex'd to those swift passing hours
Of love and fondness! Then my bosom's flame
Oft, as blown back by the rude breath of fear,
Return'd, and with redoubled ardour blaz'd.
(Act II, pp. 23-4)",2013-06-28 16:25:21 UTC,"""Then my bosom's flame / Oft, as blown back by the rude breath of fear, / Return'd, and with redoubled ardour blaz'd.""",2013-06-28 16:25:21 UTC,Act II,"",,"","",C-H Lion,21272,7492
"LADY RANDOLPH.
Delighted, say'st thou? Oh! even there mine eye
Found fuel for my life-consuming sorrow.
I thought, that had the son of Douglas liv'd,
He might have been like this young gallant stranger,
And pair'd with him in features and in shape;
In all endowments, as in years, I deem,
My boy with blooming Norval might have number'd.
Whilst thus I mus'd, a spark from fancy fell
On my sad heart, and kindled up a fondness
For this young stranger, wand'ring from his home,
And like an orphan cast upon my care.
I will protect thee, (said I to myself)
With all my power, and grace with all my favour.
(Act II, pp. 24-5)",2013-06-28 16:26:34 UTC,"""Whilst thus I mus'd, a spark from fancy fell / On my sad heart, and kindled up a fondness / For this young stranger, wand'ring from his home, / And like an orphan cast upon my care.""",2013-06-28 16:26:34 UTC,Act II,"",,"","",C-H Lion,21273,7492
"LADY RANDOLPH.
Glenalvon 's false and crafty head will work
Against a rival in his kinsman's love,
If I deter him not: I only can.
Bold as he is, Glenalvon will beware
How he pulls down the fabric that I raise.
I'll be the artist of young Norval 's fortune.
'Tis pleasing to admire! most apt was I
To this affection in my better days;
Tho' now I seem to you shrunk up, retir'd
Within the narrow compass of my woe.
Have you not sometimes seen an early flower
Open its bud, and spread its silken leaves,
To catch sweet airs, and odours to bestow;
Then, by the keen blast nipt, pull in its leaves,
And, tho' still living, die to scent and beauty!
Emblem of me: affliction, like a storm,
Hath kill'd the forward blossom of my heart.
(Act II, p. 25)",2013-06-28 16:27:53 UTC,"""Have you not sometimes seen an early flower / Open its bud, and spread its silken leaves, / To catch sweet airs, and odours to bestow; / Then, by the keen blast nipt, pull in its leaves, / And, tho' still living, die to scent and beauty! / Emblem of me: affliction, like a storm, / Hath kill'd the forward blossom of my heart.""",2013-06-28 16:27:53 UTC,Act II,"",,"","",C-H Lion,21274,7492