updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2013-06-28 16:19:50 UTC,21268,"LORD RANDOLPH.
When was it pure of sadness! These black weeds
Express the wonted colour of thy mind,
For ever dark and dismal. Seven long years
Are pass'd, since we were join'd by sacred ties:
Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow,
Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy.
Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish,
As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand,
Has past o'er thee in vain.
(Act I, p. 8)","","""These black weeds / Express the wonted colour of thy mind, / For ever dark and dismal.""",7492,,C-H Lion,2013-06-28 16:19:50 UTC,"[FIXING TYPO in C-H: ""fand"" to ""sand""]",Act I,""
2013-06-28 16:22:36 UTC,21270,"LORD RANDOLPH.
When was it pure of sadness! These black weeds
Express the wonted colour of thy mind,
For ever dark and dismal. Seven long years
Are pass'd, since we were join'd by sacred ties:
Clouds, all the while have hung upon thy brow,
Nor broke, nor parted by one gleam of joy.
Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish,
As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand,
Has past o'er thee in vain.
(Act I, p. 8)","","""Time, that wears out the trace of deepest anguish, / As the sea smooths the prints made in the sand, / Has past o'er thee in vain.""",7492,,C-H Lion,2013-06-28 16:22:36 UTC,"",Act I,Impressions
2013-06-28 16:34:15 UTC,21280,"ANNA.
Thy vassals, Grief! great Nature's order break,
And change the noon-tide to the midnight hour.
Whilst Lady Randolph sleeps, I will walk forth,
And taste the air that breathes on yonder bank.
Sweet may her slumbers be! Ye ministers
Of gracious heaven who love the human race,
Angels and seraphs who delight in goodness!
Forsake your skies, and to her couch descend!
There from her fancy chace those dismal forms
That haunt her waking; her sad spirit charm
With images celestial, such as please
The bless'd above upon their golden beds.
(Act III, p. 29)","","""Angels and seraphs who delight in goodness! / Forsake your skies, and to her couch descend! / There from her fancy chace those dismal forms / That haunt her waking.""",7492,,C-H Lion,2013-06-28 16:34:15 UTC,"",Act III,""
2013-06-28 16:37:27 UTC,21282,"LADY RANDOLPH.
Men's minds are temper'd, like their swords, for war;
Lovers of danger, on destruction's brink
They joy to rear erect their daring forms.
Hence, early graves; hence, the lone widow's life;
And the sad mother's grief-embitter'd age.
Where is our gallant guest?
(Act IV, p. 44)","","""Men's minds are temper'd, like their swords, for war.""",7492,,C-H Lion,2013-06-28 16:37:27 UTC,"",Act IV,Metal
2013-06-28 16:39:45 UTC,21284,"NORVAL.
Nay, my good Lord, tho' I revere you much,
My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment.
I blush to speak; I will not, cannot speak
Th'opprobrious words that I from him have borne.
To the liege lord of my dear native land
I owe a subject's homage; but even him
And his high arbitration I'd reject.
Within my bosom reigns another lord;
Honour, sole judge and umpire of itself.
If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph ,
Revoke your favours, and let Norval go
Hence as he came, alone, but not dishonour'd.
(Act IV, p. 59)","","""Within my bosom reigns another lord; / Honour, sole judge and umpire of itself.""",7492,,C-H Lion,2013-06-28 16:39:45 UTC,"",Act IV,Court