work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7660,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,"BELVILLE
I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart. My chearfulness has left me, and I am grown insensible even to the delicious plea|sure of making those happy who depend on my pro|tection.
AIR.
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes,
How peaceful pass'd the joyous day!
In rural sports I gain'd the prize,
Each virgin listen'd to my lay.
But now no more I touch the lyre,
No more the rustic sport can please;
I live the slave of fond desire,
Lost to myself, to mirth, and ease.
The tree that in a happier hour
It's boughs extended o'er the plain,
When blasted by the lightning's power,
Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain.
(p. 26)",,22613,"","""I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart.""",Impressions,2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,""
7841,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 17:41:10 UTC,"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)",,23652,"","""He bade me tell thee, / That in his Heart indelibly are stamp'd / His Father's Wrongs, and Thine.""",Impressions,2014-03-12 17:41:10 UTC,""