work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5962,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"DARBONY.
Cut your way through! On, on, my hearts of gold!",,15861,"","""Cut your way through! On, on, my hearts of gold!""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:44:55 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
5962,Mind's Eye,"Searching ""eye"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Drama)",2006-04-24 00:00:00 UTC,"LAZARRA
No, you may not. Because you tauntingly pronounce my sight so hateful, that the blast of death wou'd be more welcome, I'll henceforth provide, that if you ever let the light of Heaven visit your eyes, you shall behold Lazarra. I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still will haunt you, nor shall the grave itself conceal me from you.--Now follow me, proud dame! Do you rebel?--Move, or my guards shall drag you--Hah! 'tis well! I will not quit you. Tho' my passing shadow, where it fell on you, blister'd your fair flesh, I will not bait one atom of your penance.",,15875,"","""I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still will haunt you, nor shall the grave itself conceal me from you.""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:44:57 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv"
7301,"",Reading in Google Books,2012-07-17 14:37:20 UTC,"Cirencester Church-Yard
Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast;
Physic their cobler is, and death their last.
(II, p. 190)",,19884,"","""Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast; / Physic their cobler is, and death their last.""","",2012-07-17 14:37:20 UTC,""
7995,"","Searching ""fancy's mirror"" in ECCO",2014-07-29 20:03:25 UTC,"The lover ceas'd--with bolder stroke
His oar the sparkling crystal broke,
While brighter than the current's brim
Soft Fancy's mirror shone for him.
Starts Mona now?--'tis but the surge
Moans on the rocky rampart's verge,
As safe beneath the islet's side
Led by the waning moon they glide:--
Now, Lady, trust thy pilot's hand,
The bounding boat has touch'd the strand!
(p. 56)",,24349,"","""The lover ceas'd--with bolder stroke / His oar the sparkling crystal broke, / While brighter than the current's brim / Soft Fancy's mirror shone for him.""",Mirror,2014-07-29 20:03:25 UTC,""