text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"IRENE.
Thy dread Return from War,
And proffer'd Love, have open'd ev'ry Wound
The soft and lenient Hand of Time had clos'd.
If ever gentle Pity touch'd thy Heart,
Now let it melt! Urge not thy harsh Command
To see her! Her distracted Soul is bent
To mourn in Solitude. She asks no more.
(p. 18)",2014-03-12 17:33:49 UTC,"""If ever gentle Pity touch'd thy Heart, / Now let it melt!""",2014-03-12 17:33:49 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23647,7841
"ZAPHIRA.
[Rising.
Ah!—say'st thou, OTHMAN?
Thy Words have shot like Lightning through my Frame;
And all my Soul's on Fire!—Thou faithful Friend!
Yes; with more gentle Speech I'll sooth his Pride;
Regain my Freedom; seek my Father's Tents;
There paint my countless Woes. His kindling Rage
Shall wake the Vallies into honest Vengeance:
The sudden Storm shall pour on BARBAROSSA;
And ev'ry glowing Warrior steep his Shaft
In deadlier Poison, to revenge my Wrongs.
(p. 24)",2014-03-12 17:34:38 UTC,"""Thy Words have shot like Lightning through my Frame; / And all my Soul's on Fire!""",2014-03-12 17:34:38 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23648,7841
"OTHMAN.
There spoke the Queen. But as thou lov'st thy Freedom,
Touch not on SELIM's Fate. Thy Soul will kindle,
And Passion mount in Flames that will consume thee.
(p. 25)",2014-03-12 17:35:20 UTC,"""Thy Soul will kindle, / And Passion mount in Flames that will consume thee.""",2014-03-12 17:35:20 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23649,7841
"BARBAROSSA.
Love ne'er shou'd die:
'Tis the Soul's Cordial: 'Tis the Fount of Life;
Therefore shou'd spring eternal in the Breast.
One Object lost, another shou'd succeed.
And all our Life be Love.
(p. 25)",2014-03-12 17:36:08 UTC,"""Love ne'er shou'd die: / 'Tis the Soul's Cordial.""",2014-03-12 17:36:08 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23650,7841
"ZAPHIRA.
Thou fell Destroyer!
Had not Guilt steel'd thy Heart, awak'ning Conscience
Wou'd flash Conviction on thee, and each Look,
Shot from these Eyes, be arm'd with Serpent-Horrors,
To turn thee into Stone!--Relentless Man!
Who did the bloody Deed? Oh, tremble Guilt,
Where'er thou art!--Look on me!--Tell me, Tyrant,--
Who slew my blameless Son?
(II, pp. 27-8)",2014-03-12 17:38:27 UTC,"""Had not Guilt steel'd thy Heart, awakening Conscience / Wou'd flash Conviction on thee, and each Look, / Shot from these Eyes, be arm'd with Serpent-Horrors, / To turn thee into Stone!""",2014-03-12 17:38:27 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""steel"" and ""heart"" in ECCO-TCP",23651,7841
"SELIM.
He bade me tell thee,
That in his Heart indelibly are stamp'd
His Father's Wrongs, and Thine: That he but waits
'Till awful Justice may unsheath her Sword,
And Lust and Murder tremble at her Frown!
'That till th' Arrival of that happy Hour,
Deep in his Soul the hidden Fire shall glow,
And his Breast labour with the great Revenge!
(p. 46)",2014-03-12 17:41:10 UTC,"""He bade me tell thee, / That in his Heart indelibly are stamp'd / His Father's Wrongs, and Thine.""",2014-03-12 17:41:10 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"",ECCO-TCP,23652,7841
"SELIM.
He bade me tell thee,
That in his Heart indelibly are stamp'd
His Father's Wrongs, and Thine: That he but waits
'Till awful Justice may unsheath her Sword,
And Lust and Murder tremble at her Frown!
'That till th' Arrival of that happy Hour,
Deep in his Soul the hidden Fire shall glow,
And his Breast labour with the great Revenge!
(p. 46)",2014-03-12 17:41:46 UTC,"""Deep in his Soul the hidden Fire shall glow, / And his Breast labour with the great Revenge!""",2014-03-12 17:41:46 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23653,7841
"ZAPHIRA.
Not yet,--not yet;--indulge a Mother's Love!
In thee, the kind Companion of his Griefs,
Methinks I see my SELIM stand before me.
Depart not yet. A thousand fond Requests
Croud on my Mind. Wishes, and Pray'rs and Tears,
Are all I have to give. O bear him these!
(pp. 46-7)",2014-03-12 17:42:28 UTC,"""A thousand fond Requests / Croud on my Mind.""",2014-03-12 17:42:28 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"",ECCO-TCP,23654,7841
"SELIM.
Now, swelling Heart,
Indulge the Luxury of Grief! Flow Tears!
And rain down Transport in the Shape of Sorrow!
Yes, I have sooth'd her Woes; have found her Noble:
And to have giv'n this Respite to her Pangs,
O'erpays all Pain and Peril!--Pow'rful Virtue!
How infinite thy Joys, when ev'n thy Griefs
Are pleasing!--Thou, superior to the Frowns
Of Fate, can'st pour thy Sunshine o'er the Soul,
And brighten Woe to Rapture!
(pp. 47-8)",2014-03-12 17:43:56 UTC,"""Thou, superior to the Frowns / Of Fate, can'st pour thy Sunshine o'er the Soul, / And brighten Woe to Rapture!""",2014-03-12 17:43:56 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23655,7841
"SELIM.
But Tears of Joy: For I have seen ZAPHIRA,
And pour'd the Balm of Peace into her Breast:
Think not these Tears unnerve me, valiant Friends:
They have but harmoniz'd my Soul; and wak'd
All that is Man within me, to disdain
Peril, or Death.--What Tydings from the City?
(p. 48)",2014-03-12 17:44:42 UTC,"""But Tears of Joy: For I have seen ZAPHIRA, / And pour'd the Balm of Peace into her Breast""",2014-03-12 17:44:42 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23656,7841