text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"I Ang. See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance,
And shakes a visionary Lance,
His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms,
Shouting Armies, clashing Arms,
The softer Prints of Love deface;
And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.
Both. Glory Strives,
The Field is won,
Fame revives
And Love is Gone.
(III.i, p. 28)",2013-06-12 13:48:41 UTC,"""See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance, / And shakes a visionary Lance, / His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms, / Shouting Armies, clashing Arms, / The softer Prints of Love deface; / And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.""",2013-06-12 13:48:22 UTC,"Act III, Scene i","",,Impressions and Inhabitants,"INTEREST: a ""visionary"" battle, literalized in the brain.",Searching in Google Books,20543,7410
"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
"MIRZA.
Indeed I did, then favour'd by the King,
And by that means a sharer in the secret.
'Twas on a day of publick Festival,
When Beauteous Artemisa stood to view,
Behind the Covert of a Golden Lattice,
When King and Court returning from the Temple;
When just as by her stand Arsaces past,
The Windows, by design or chance, fell down,
And to his view expos'd her blushing Beauties.
She seem'd surpriz'd, and presently withdrew,
But ev'n that moment was an age in Love:
So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded,
So apt to take at first the soft impression.
Soon as we were alone, I found the Evil
Already past a Remedy, and vainly
Urg'd the resentment of her Injur'd Lord:
His Love was deaf to all.
(I.i, pp. 3-4)",2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"""So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression.""",2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,Impressions,fixing punctuation error in C-H Lion,C-H Lion,21942,7553
"ARTABAN.
Nay then 'tis time I should Assert my self,
And tho' you gave me Birth; yet from the God's
(Who made my Father be as he was, Royal,
And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul;)
I Claim my Right to Empire; may I fall
Vile and forgotten if I Ever own
Any Superiour Being but those God's.
(IV.i, p. 43)",2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"""Who made my Father be as he was, Royal, / And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul.""",2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"Act IV, scene i","",,Impressions,"",C-H Lion,21963,7553
"CHAUCER
But just arriv'd--Absence, Mrs. Busie, has not been able to deface the Impressions of Love,--and still the Lady Myrtilla reigns in my Bosom, haunts my waking Thoughts, and is ever present in my Dreams.--I think, I talk, I write of nothing but her.
(I.i, p. 7)",2013-08-17 22:28:36 UTC,"""But just arriv'd--Absence, Mrs. Busie, has not been able to deface the Impressions of Love,--and still the Lady Myrtilla reigns in my Bosom, haunts my waking Thoughts, and is ever present in my Dreams.""",2013-08-17 22:28:36 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,"","",LION,22313,4193
"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)
",2013-08-20 03:09:09 UTC,"""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.""",2013-08-20 03:09:09 UTC,"","",,Animals and Impressions,"",LION,22471,7636
"MARIAMNE
His offspring mortgag'd to redeem his crown!--
The wild Arabians who delight in blood,
Who live promiscuous, and without restraint
Of laws or manners propagate their kind,
With yerning passion yet preserve their young:
Nature on their unpolish'd marble prints
Much tenderer sentiments, than some can boast
Who call them barbarous.
(p. 20)",2013-08-20 03:17:25 UTC,"""Nature on their unpolish'd marble prints / Much tenderer sentiments, than some can boast / Who call them barbarous.""",2013-08-20 03:17:25 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"",LION,22477,7636