text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"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)",2013-09-16 04:11:37 UTC,"""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.""",2013-09-16 04:11:37 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"",LION,22753,7675
"By Personal Freedom I mean that State resulting from Virtue; or Reason ruling in the Breast superior to Appetite and Passion; and by National Freedom I mean a Security (arising from the Nature of a well-order'd Constitution) for those Advantages and Privileges that each Man has a Right to, by contributing as a Member to the Weal of that Community.
(p. vii)
This is truly to Reign; this, only, is to Reign. How glorious, how extensive is the Prerogative of such a Monarch! He is superior to Subjects, each of whom is equal to any Monarch, who is only superior to Slaves. He is scepter'd in the Hearts of his People, from whence He directs their Hands with double Force and Energy. His Office partakes of the Divine Inclination , by being exerted to no other End, but the Happiness of a People.
(p. vii)",2013-09-16 04:31:25 UTC,"""By Personal Freedom I mean that State resulting from Virtue; or Reason ruling in the Breast superior to Appetite and Passion.""",2013-09-16 04:12:48 UTC,"","",,Empire,INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY? FETTERS or EMPIRE? ,LION,22754,7675
"GUSTAVUS.
Why? where's that Pow'r whose Engines are of Force
To bend the brave and virtuous Man to Slav'ry?
Base Fear, the Laziness of Lust, gross Appetites,
These are the Ladders, and the groveling Footstool,
From whence the Tyrant rises on our Wrongs,
Secure and scepter'd in the Soul's Servility.
He has debauch'd the Genius of our Country,
And rides triumphant, while her captive Sons
Await his Nod, the silken Slaves of Pleasure,
Or fetter'd in their Fears.
(p. 7)",2013-09-16 04:13:50 UTC,"""Base Fear, the Laziness of Lust, gross Appetites, / These are the Ladders, and the groveling Footstool, / From whence the Tyrant rises on our Wrongs, / Secure and scepter'd in the Soul's Servility.""",2013-09-16 04:13:50 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22755,7675
"GUSTAVUS.
'Tis there you err, for I have felt their Force;
And had I yielded to enlarge these Limbs,
Or share the Tyrant's Empire, on the Terms
Which he propos'd---I were a Slave indeed.
No---in the deep and deadly Damp of Dungeons
The Soul can rear her Sceptre, smile in Anguish,
And triumph o'er Oppression.
(p. 7)",2013-09-16 04:14:45 UTC,"""No---in the deep and deadly Damp of Dungeons / The Soul can rear her Sceptre, smile in Anguish, / And triumph o'er Oppression.""",2013-09-16 04:14:45 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22756,7675
"ARVIDA.
Some Months are pass'd since in the Danish Dungeon
With Care emaciate, and unwholsome Damps
Sick'ning I lay, chain'd to my flinty Bed,
And call'd on Death to ease me--strait a Light
Shone round, as when the Ministry of Heav'n
Descends to kneeling Saints. But O! the Form
That pour'd upon my Sight--Ye Angels speak!
For ye alone are like her; or present
Such Visions pictur'd to the nightly Eye
Of Fancy trans'd in Bliss. She then approach'd,
The softest Pattern of embodied Meekness,
For Pity had divinely touch'd her Eye,
And harmoniz'd her Motions--Ah, she cry'd,
Unhappy Stranger, art not thou the Man
Whose Virtues have endear'd thee to Gustavus?
(p. 13)",2013-09-16 04:16:46 UTC,"""Ye Angels speak! / For ye alone are like her; or present / Such Visions pictur'd to the nightly Eye / Of Fancy trans'd in Bliss.""",2013-09-16 04:16:46 UTC,"","",,Eye,"",LION,22757,7675
"ARVIDA.
Do, rage and chafe, thy Wrath's beneath me, Cristiern.
How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness,
When such a Wretch, as I appear to be,
Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form,
And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion.
(p. 18)",2013-09-16 04:18:13 UTC,"""How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness, / When such a Wretch, as I appear to be, / Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form, / And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion.""",2013-09-16 04:18:13 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22758,7675
"TROLLIO.
List, list, my Lord!
While thus his Soul's unseated, shook by Passion,
Cou'd we engage him to betray Gustavus --
(p. 22)",2013-09-16 04:19:05 UTC,"""List, list, my Lord! / While thus his Soul's unseated, shook by Passion, / Cou'd we engage him to betray Gustavus.""",2013-09-16 04:19:05 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22759,7675
"CRISTINA.
I know thou hast a serpentizing Genius,
Can'st wind the subtlest Mazes of the Soul,
And trace her Wand'rings to the Source of Action.
If thou canst bend this proud one to our Purpose,
And make the Lion crouch, 'tis well--if not,
Away at once, and sweep him from Remembrance.
(p. 22)",2013-09-16 04:19:44 UTC,"""I know thou hast a serpentizing Genius, / Can'st wind the subtlest Mazes of the Soul, / And trace her Wand'rings to the Source of Action.""",2013-09-16 04:19:44 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,22760,7675
"ARVIDA.
Off, off, vain Cumbrance, ye conflicting Thoughts!
Leave me to Heav'n. O Peace!--It will not be--
Just when I rose above Mortality,
To pour her wond'rous Weight of Charms upon me!
At such a Time, it was, it was too much!
To pluck the soaring Pinion of my Soul,
While Eagle-ey'd she held her Flight to Heav'n,
O'er Pain and Death triumphant! Help ye Saints,
Angelic Ministers descend, descend!
And lift me to myself; hold, bind my Heart
Firm and unshaken in th' approaching Ruin,
The Wreck of Earth-born Frailty! and O Heav'n!
For ev'ry Pang these tortur'd Limbs shall feel,
Descend in ten-fold Blessings on Gustavus !
Yes, bless him, bless him! Crown his Hours with Joy,
His Head with Glory, and his Arms with Conquest;
Set his firm Foot upon the Neck of Tyrants,
And be his Name the Balm of every Lip
That breathes thro' Sweden ! Worthiest to be stil'd
Their Friend, their Chief, their Father, and their King!
(p. 24)",2013-09-16 04:20:50 UTC,"""At such a Time, it was, it was too much! / To pluck the soaring Pinion of my Soul, / While Eagle-ey'd she held her Flight to Heav'n, / O'er Pain and Death triumphant!""",2013-09-16 04:20:50 UTC,"","",,Animals,"",LION,22761,7675
"CRISTINA.
Forbid it Shame! Forbid it Virgin Modesty!
No, no, my Friend, Gustavus ne'er shall know it.
O I am over-paid with conscious Pleasure;
The Sense but to have sav'd that wond'rous Man,
Is still a smiling Cherub in my Breast,
And whispers Peace within.
(p. 28)
",2013-09-16 04:22:06 UTC,"""The Sense but to have sav'd that wond'rous Man, / Is still a smiling Cherub in my Breast, / And whispers Peace within.""",2013-09-16 04:22:06 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"",LION,22762,7675