text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"FAGEL
'Tis known you no Instructions want,
Nor does your God like Vertue need Directions
Let every Man of us altho remember
No common Cause we wear upon Swords,
Let each but think that on his single Valour
Depends the Glory or the Fall of Mons
Eternal Honour or perpetual Slav'ry,
If helps to Valour we should stand in need,
Let us reflect upon the breach of Oaths,
Truces and Edicts sign'd by treacherous French,
Let's think of Phillipsburg, Spire, Worms, and other
Once famous Towns, now heaps of Dirt and Ruines,
Let this within our minds form such impressions
Of French Civility that we may never
Listen to Overtures of tame Surrender.
(I.i, p. 3)",2013-06-18 13:44:12 UTC,"""If helps to Valour we should stand in need, / Let us reflect upon the breach of Oaths, / Truces and Edicts sign'd by treacherous French, / Let's think of Phillipsburg, Spire, Worms, and other / Once famous Towns, now heaps of Dirt and Ruines, / Let this within our minds form such impressions / Of French Civility that we may never / Listen to Overtures of tame Surrender.""",2013-06-18 13:43:53 UTC,"Act I, Scene i","",,Impressions,"",Searching in C-H Lion,20916,7474
"PHOCYAS
Not think of Her?
Impossible!--She's ever present to me,
My Life, my Soul; She animates my Being,
And kindles up my Thoughts to worthy Actions.
And why, Eumenes , why not think of Her?
Is not my Rank--
(p. 19)",2013-08-20 04:56:44 UTC,"""She animates my Being, / And kindles up my Thoughts to worthy Actions.""",2013-08-20 04:56:44 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22502,7638
"ABUDAH
The Threats of Death are nothing;
Tho' thy last Message shook his Soul, as Winds
On the bleak Hills bend down some lofty Pine;
Yet still he held his Root; till I found Means,
Abating somewhat of thy first Demand,
If not to make him wholly ours, at least
To gain sufficient to our End.
(p.38)
",2013-08-20 04:58:40 UTC,"""The Threats of Death are nothing; / Tho' thy last Message shook his Soul, as Winds / On the bleak Hills bend down some lofty Pine; / Yet still he held his Root; till I found Means, / Abating somewhat of thy first Demand, / If not to make him wholly ours, at least / To gain sufficient to our End.""",2013-08-20 04:58:40 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22503,7638
"PHOCYAS
Cruel Eudocia!
If in my Heart's deep Anguish I've been forc'd
Awhile from what I was--dost thou reject me?
Think of the Cause--
EUDOCIA
The Cause? there is no Cause!
Not universal Nature cou'd afford
A Cause for this; what were Dominion, Pomp,
The Wealth of Nations, nay of all the World,
The World it self, or what a thousand Worlds,
If weigh'd with Faith unspotted, heav'nly Truth,
Thoughts free from Guilt, the Empire of the Mind,
And all the Triumphs of a God-like Breast
Firm and unmov'd in the great Cause of Virtue?
(pp. 48-9)",2013-08-20 05:00:26 UTC,"""What were Dominion, Pomp, / The Wealth of Nations, nay of all the World, / The World it self, or what a thousand Worlds, / If weigh'd with Faith unspotted, heav'nly Truth, / Thoughts free from Guilt, the Empire of the Mind, / And all the Triumphs of a God-like Breast / Firm and unmov'd in the great Cause of Virtue?""",2013-08-20 05:00:08 UTC,"","",,Empire,"",LION,22504,7638
"PHOCYAS
No more--thou waken'st in my tortur'd Heart
The cruel conscious Worm that stings to Madness.
O I'm undone!--I know it, and can bear
To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee.
(p. 49)",2013-08-20 05:01:50 UTC,"""No more--thou waken'st in my tortur'd Heart / The cruel conscious Worm that stings to Madness. / O I'm undone!--I know it, and can bear / To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee.""",2013-08-20 05:01:50 UTC,"","",,Animals,"",LION,22505,7638
"EUMENES
The Prospect gives me much Relief. I'm pleas'd,
My honest Countrymen, t'observe your Numbers;
And yet it fills my Eyes with Tears.--'Tis said
The mighty Persian wept, when he survey'd
His numerous Army, but to think 'em Mortal;
Yet he then flourish'd in Prosperity.
Alas! What's that?--Prosperity? a Harlot
That smiles but to betray! O shining Ruin!
Thou Nurse of Passions, and thou Bane of Virtue!
O self-destroying Monster! that art blind,
Yet putt'st out Reason's Eyes, that still shou'd guide thee,
Then plungest down some Precipice unseen,
And art no more!--Hear me, all-gracious Heav'n!
Let me wear out my small Remains of Life
Obscure, content with humble Poverty,
Or in Affliction's hard but wholsome School,
If it must be.--I'll learn to know my self,
And that's more worth than Empire. But, O Heav'n,
Curse me no more with proud Prosperity!
It has undone me!-- Herbis ; where, my Friend,
Hast thou been this long Hour?
(p. 54)",2013-08-20 05:03:38 UTC,"""O self-destroying Monster! that art blind, / Yet putt'st out Reason's Eyes, that still shou'd guide thee, / Then plungest down some Precipice unseen, / And art no more!--Hear me, all-gracious Heav'n!""",2013-08-20 05:03:38 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22506,7638
"EUMENES
Near me?--alas!
The tender Vine so wreaths its folded Arms
Around some falling Elm!--It wounds my Heart
To think thou follow'st but to share my Ruin.
I have lost all but thee.
(p. 56)",2013-08-20 05:04:53 UTC,"""It wounds my Heart / To think thou follow'st but to share my Ruin.""",2013-08-20 05:04:53 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22507,7638
"PHOCYAS
Hear then this last
This only Pray'r!--Heav'n will consent to this.
Let me but follow thee, where-e'er thou goest,
But see thee, hear thy Voice; be thou my Angel,
To guide and govern my returning Steps,
'Till long Contrition and unweary'd Duty
Shall expiate my Guilt. Then say, Eudocia,
If, like a Soul anneal'd in purging Fires,
After whole Years thou see'st me white again,
When thou, ev'n thou shalt think--
(p. 61)",2013-08-20 05:07:03 UTC,"""Then say, Eudocia, / If, like a Soul anneal'd in purging Fires, / After whole Years thou see'st me white again, / When thou, ev'n thou shalt think.""",2013-08-20 05:07:03 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",LION,22508,7638
"PHOCYAS
Say only thou forgiv'st me.--O Eudocia!
No longer now my dazled Eyes behold thee
Thro' Passion's Mists; my Soul now gazes on thee,
And sees thee lovelier in unfading Charms,
Bright as the shining Angel Host that stood!
Whilst I--but there, it smarts--
(p. 66)",2013-08-20 05:08:17 UTC,"""O Eudocia! / No longer now my dazled Eyes behold thee / Thro' Passion's Mists; my Soul now gazes on thee, / And sees thee lovelier in unfading Charms, / Bright as the shining Angel Host that stood!""",2013-08-20 05:08:17 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22509,7638
"EUDOCIA
There will I dedicate my self to Heav'n.
O Phocyas, for thy Sake, no Rival else
Shall e'er possess my Heart. My Father too
Consents to this my Vow. My vital Flame
There, like a Taper on the holy Altar,
Shall waste away; till Heav'n relenting hear
Incessant Pray'rs for thee and for my self,
And wing my Soul to meet with thine in Bliss.
For in that Thought I find a sudden Hope,
As if inspir'd, springs in my Breast, and tells me
That thy repenting Frailty is forgiven,
And we shall meet again, to part no more.
(p.67)",2013-08-20 05:09:45 UTC,"""My vital Flame / There, like a Taper on the holy Altar, / Shall waste away; till Heav'n relenting hear / Incessant Pray'rs for thee and for my self, / And wing my Soul to meet with thine in Bliss.""",2013-08-20 05:09:45 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22510,7638