work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5643,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,"SONG.
Fickle youth thro' the garden of beauty may range,
And from fair one to fair one inconstantly change;
Like the bee, in the bell of the cowslip repose,
Steal a kiss from the lilly, then wing to the rose:
But should Hymen once happen thesspoiler to meet,
He compels him for life to enjoy the same sweet.
Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind,
That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.
Mark the drop that distils from a cloud as it crost,
If it fall in the sea, how for ever 'tis lost:
And passion divided, like a spark will depart;
But when Hymen has six'd it, a flame lights the heart.
(I, p. 25)",,22182,"","""Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.""",Impressions,2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,Act I
7657,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-26 03:58:19 UTC,"PHOEBUS.
Oh! my dear love, quick, quickly drive away
Those boding thoughts which on your quiet prey;
The breed of Fancy, gender'd in the brain,
Nurs'd by the grosser spirits, light, and vain;
The vagrant visions of the sleeping mind,
Which vanish wak'd, nor leave a mark behind.
(II.i, p. 25)",,22602,Echoes Shakespeare,"""Oh! my dear love, quick, quickly drive away / Those boding thoughts which on your quiet prey; / The breed of Fancy, gender'd in the brain, / Nurs'd by the grosser spirits, light, and vain; / The vagrant visions of the sleeping mind, / Which vanish wak'd, nor leave a mark behind.""",Impressions,2013-08-26 03:58:19 UTC,""
7675,"",LION,2013-09-16 04:11:37 UTC,"Then, greatly rising in his Country's Right,
Her Hero, her Deliverer sprung to Light;
A Race of hardy, northern Sons he led,
Guiltless of Courts, untainted, and unread,
Whose inborn Spirit spurn'd th' ignoble Fee,
Whose Hands scorn'd Bondage, for their Hearts were free.
Ask ye what Law their conq'ring Cause confess'd?
Great Nature's Law, the Law within the Breast,
Form'd by no Art, and to no Sect confin'd,
But stamp'd by Heav'n upon th' unletter'd Mind.
(Prologue)",,22753,"","""Ask ye what Law their conq'ring Cause confess'd? / Great Nature's Law, the Law within the Breast, / Form'd by no Art, and to no Sect confin'd, / But stamp'd by Heav'n upon th' unletter'd Mind.""",Impressions,2013-09-16 04:11:37 UTC,""
7778,"",LION,2013-11-18 04:48:25 UTC,"MANDANE.
Yes, Mirvan, yes--Religion wears a mien
In Zamti's person so severely mild,
That the fierce Scythian rests upon his spear,
And wonders what he feels.--Such is the charm
Of heart-felt virtue; such is nature's force
That speaks abroad, and in rude northern hearts
Can stamp the image of an awful God.
From that source springs some hope:--Wretch that I am!
Hope idly flutters on my trembling tongue,
While melancholy brooding o'er her wrongs,
Lays waste the mind with horror and despair.
--What noise is that?--
(I, p. 5)",,23239,"","""Such is the charm / Of heart-felt virtue; such is nature's force / That speaks abroad, and in rude northern hearts / Can stamp the image of an awful God.""",Impressions,2013-11-18 04:48:25 UTC,Act I