work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3700,"",Reading,2003-07-23 00:00:00 UTC,"HARRIET
To a great, rambling, lone house that looks as it were not inhabited, the family's so small. There you'll find my mother, an old lame aunt, and myself, sir, perched up on chairs at a distance in a large parlor, sitting moping like three or four melancholy birds in a spacious volary. Does not this stagger your resolution?
DORIMANT
Not at all, madam. The first time I saw you, you left me with the pangs of love upon me; and this day my soul has quite given up her liberty.
(Act V, scene ii, p. 149-50)",2010-12-30,9588,•Notice that the soul is gendered.,"""The first time I saw you, you left me with the pangs of love upon me; and this day my soul has quite given up her liberty.""","",2010-12-30 23:09:43 UTC,Dorimant will visit and court Harriet in the country
3704,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"WILL
Agreed.
Love does all day the Soules great Empire keep,
But Wine at night Lulls the soft God asleep.",2005-11-30,9596,•Cross-reference: See also Kemble's adaptation: Love in Many Masks (1790).,"""Love does all day the Soules great Empire keep, / But Wine at night Lulls the soft God asleep.""",Empire,2009-09-14 19:34:20 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
3835,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"GAY.
Oh! why all this?
By all the Powers above! by this dear Hand,
And by this Ring, which on this Hand I place,
On which I've sworn Fidelity to Love;
I never had a Wish or soft Desire
To any other Woman,
Since Julia sway'd the Empire of my Soul!
",,9869,"",A woman may sway the Empire of one's soul,"",2009-09-14 19:34:32 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
3981,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"PHAEDRA
I must confess 'tis true thou tell'st me, Nurse,
But forc'd by Passion, I pursue the worse.
Headlong to Ruine runs my knowing Mind,
Which oft turns back, but vainly, Help to find.
So when against the Tide the Sailor toils
To force his loaded Bark, the Current foils
His Pains, down Stream the master'd Vessel's drove.
My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love,
Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.
This winged God does Heav'n and Earth infest.
With all-o'er-mast'ring Flames Jove's self he scorches,
Mars more than Fire-Pikes dreads his little Torches.
The God who three-fork'd Thunder frames, who toils,
Unswelter'd in Ætnæan Forges, broils
In his small Fires. Phoebus who bears the Fame
For Archery, this Boy with surer Aim
Tranfixes: through the Earth and ample Skies
A winged Plague to Men and Gods, he flies.
",2012-01-12,10343,"•The ""captiv'd Breast"" is an extra touch. Nice.","""My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love, / Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast.""","",2012-01-12 21:23:04 UTC,""