work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:48:50 UTC,"TAMERLANE.
Thou speak'st him as a Soldier should a Soldier,
Just to the worth he finds. I would not war
[To Moneses.]
With ought that wears thy vertuous Stamp of Greatness:
Thy Habit speaks thee Christian--Nay, yet more,
My Soul seems pleas'd to take acquaintance with thee,
As if ally'd to thine: Perhaps 'tis Sympathy
Of honest Minds; Like Strings wound up in Musick,
Where by one touch, both utter the same Harmony:
Why art thou then a Friend to Bajazet?
And why my Enemy?
(I.i, p. 7)",,21838,"","""Nay, yet more, / My Soul seems pleas'd to take acquaintance with thee, / As if ally'd to thine: Perhaps 'tis Sympathy / Of honest Minds; Like Strings wound up in Musick, / Where by one touch, both utter the same Harmony.""","",2013-07-17 03:48:50 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:49:59 UTC,"MONESES.
Still you prevent the Homage I should offer,
O Royal Sir! let my Misfortunes plead,
And wipe away the hostile Mark I wore.--
I was, when not long since my Fortune hail'd me,
Bless'd to my wish, I was the Prince Moneses;
Born and bred up to Greatness: Witness the Blood
Which thro' successive Hero's Veins ally'd
To our Greek Emperors, roll'd down to me,
Feeds the bright Flame of Glory in my Heart.
(I.i, p. 7)",,21839,"","""Witness the Blood / Which thro' successive Hero's Veins ally'd / To our Greek Emperors, roll'd down to me, / Feeds the bright Flame of Glory in my Heart.""","",2013-07-17 03:49:59 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:51:01 UTC,"AXALLA.
Come back, ye Hours,
And tell my Selima what she has done:
Bring back the time, when to her Father's Court
I came Ambassador of Peace from Tamerlane;
VVhen hid by conscious Darkness and Disguise,
I past the Dangers of the watchful Guards;
Bold as the Youth who nightly swam the Hellespont :
Then, then she was not sworn the Foe of Love;
When, as my Soul confest its Flame, and su'd
In moving Sounds for Pity, she frown'd rarely,
But, blushing, heard me tell the gentle Tale:
Nay, ev'n confest, and told me softly sighing
She thought there was no guilt in Love like mine.
(I.i, p. 12)",,21840,"","""When, as my Soul confest its Flame, and su'd / In moving Sounds for Pity, she frown'd rarely, / But, blushing, heard me tell the gentle Tale.""","",2013-07-17 03:51:01 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7548,"","Act I, scene i",2013-07-17 03:52:19 UTC,"SELIMA.
Young and unskilful in the World's false Arts,
I suffer'd Love to steal upon my Softness,
And warm me with a lambent guiltless Flame:
Yes, I have heard thee swear a thousand times,
And call the conscious Pow'rs of Heav'n to witness
The tend'rest, truest, everlasting Passion:
But, Oh! 'tis past; and I will charge Remembrance
To banish the fond Image from my Soul:
Since thou art sworn the Foe of Royal Bajazet,
I have resolv'd to hate thee.
(I.i, p. 12)",,21841,"","""But, Oh! 'tis past; and I will charge Remembrance / To banish the fond Image from my Soul.""","",2013-07-17 03:52:19 UTC,""
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:53:21 UTC,"SELIMA.
In vain all Arts a Love-sick Virgin tries,
Affects to frown, and seem severely wise,
In hopes to cheat the wary Lover's Eyes.
If the dear Youth her Pity strives to move,
And pleads, with Tenderness, the cause of Love;
Nature asserts her Empire in her Heart,
And kindly takes the faithful Lover's part.
(I.i, p. 15)",,21842,"","""Nature asserts her Empire in her Heart, / And kindly takes the faithful Lover's part.""",Empire,2013-07-17 03:53:21 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:54:18 UTC,"MONESES.
Hast me to find the place. Oh! my Arpasia!
Shall we not meet? Why hangs my Heart thus heavy
Like Death within my Bosom? Oh! 'tis well,
The Joy of meeting pays the pangs of Absence,
Else who could bear it?
When thy lov'd Sight shall bless my Eyes again,
Then I will own, I ought not to complain,
Since that sweet Hour is worth whole Years of Pain.
(II.i, pp. 17-18)",,21843,"","""Why hangs my Heart thus heavy / Like Death within my Bosom?""","",2013-07-17 03:54:18 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:55:08 UTC,"AXALLA.
With such unshaken Temper of the Soul
To bear the swelling Tide of prosp'rous Fortune,
Is to deserve that Fortune: In Adversity The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest;
Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease,
And loses all her Firmness.
(II.ii, pp. 18-9)",,21844,"","""In Adversity / The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest; / Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease, / And loses all her Firmness.""","",2013-07-17 03:55:08 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:56:37 UTC,"BAJAZET.
Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it,
Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall
Make room to entertain the vast Idea.
Oh! had I been the Master but of Yesterday,
The World, the World had felt me; and for thee,
I had us'd thee, as thou art to me,--a Dog,
The Object of my Scorn, and mortal Hatred:
I would have taught thy Neck to know my weight,
And mounted from that Footstool to my Saddle:
Then, when thy daily servile Task was done,
I would have caged thee, for the Scorn of Slaves,
Till thou hadst begg'd to die; and ev'n that Mercy
I had deny'd Thee: Now thou know'st my Mind,
And question me no farther.
(II.ii, p. 22)",,21845,"","""Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it, / Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall / Make room to entertain the vast Idea.""","",2013-07-17 03:56:37 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:58:13 UTC,"MONESES.
Stop thee there, Arpasia,
And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene;
Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind
Should muster such a train of monstrous Images,
As wou'd distract me. Oh! I cannot bear it.
Thou lovely Hoard of Sweets, where all my Joys
Were treasur'd up, to have thee rifled thus!
Thus torn untasted from my eager Wishes!
But I will have thee from him. Tamerlane
(The Sovereign Judge of Equity on Earth)
Shall do me Justice on this mighty Robber,
And render back thy Beauties to Moneses.
(II.ii, p. 28)",,21846,"","""Stop thee there, Arpasia, / And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene; / Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind / Should muster such a train of monstrous Images, / As wou'd distract me.""","",2013-07-17 03:58:13 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:59:28 UTC,"ARPASIA.
Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine,
Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind
Can barely know, unable to describe it;
Imagine, 'tis a Tract of endless Joys,
Without Satiety, or Interruption;
Imagine, 'tis to meet, and part no more.
(II.ii, p. 29)",,21847,"","""Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine, /
Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind / Can barely know, unable to describe it.""","",2013-07-17 03:59:28 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"