text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"From the dark Horrors of a prison's cave,
Where all is cheerless as the doleful grave;
The chain'd Andromache pours forth her grief,
And ev'n from Pyrrhus now implores relief.
If e'er soft pity touch'd thy manly Breast,
And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest,
O take compassion on my deep-felt woe,
""'Tis what the happy to th'unhappy owe.""
Too dire alas! to see my Hector dead,
Why dost thou show'r more sorrows on my Head?
Why am I lock'd in this lone Dungeon's cell,
To moan unpity'd? all my suff'rings tell
To heedless walls, that cannot know my pain,
Nor hear Affliction's sorrowing Child complain?
Was it my fault that Hector warr'd with thee?
Why then thy wrath impetuous spent on me?
Yet let me still thy rage unbounded feel,
No more, no longer, for myself I kneel!
--Some friendly Pow'r avert the barb'rous Deed,
For ah I tremble lest my Infant bleed!
Soon as Aurora had unveil'd the Day,
And to my prison sent a hateful ray,
Thy savage Ministers relentless came,
In right of war Astyanax to claim;
At my loud grief no pity they express'd,
But tore the helpless Infant from my Breast.
Yet worse--with impious joy the Ruffians said,
""This night shall find him number'd with the dead.""
My Infant die! forbid it Pow'rs above,
And from Despair call back maternal Love.",2009-09-14 19:39:11 UTC,"""Soft pity may touch the manly Breast, / And on thy soul mild Nature's stamp imprest""",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Impression,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast""",13776,5098
"Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel,
That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel
A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart,
Nor thro' my soul keen pangs of Sorrow dart.
O'er me that hour kind Heav'n thy influence cast,
No--rather let that moment be my last.
What moment? say! alas have I decreed
My Son to Death, my only Born to bleed?
Ah cruel Mother! but more cruel Vows,
Plighted to Hector! Thou more cruel Spouse!
Yet Vows of Love extend but to the Grave--
Why doubt I then my darling Child to save!
Why solace to myself refuse to give!
Vanish my Fears, Astyanax shall live:
And Nature's sacred impulse be obey'd,
In spite of Hector, and the Vows I've made.
Forbear--ah whither is my Reason fled?
Or with my Hector is my Passion dead?
Are these the means (oh Shame) I take to prove
A Faith unshaken, and a constant Love?
--Then let the Mother with destroying Breath,
Devote her Infant to untimely Death;
Let me, forgetful of my Sex, resign
Each mild resolve--and cruelty be mine!
Ah no--ye bloody Thoughts from me remove,
Is this the Language of maternal Love?
Oh my Astyanax, oh all that's dear,
For whom now gushes this unbidden Tear:
When thou art lost, again my Hector bleeds,
To deep-felt woe, still deeper woe succeeds:
Again Despair will torture ev'ry vein,
And all my sorrows past commence again.",2009-09-14 19:39:12 UTC,"""Ye Pow'rs above my Breast with courage steel, / That when the Hour arrives, I may not feel / A Mother's weakness melting this sad Heart""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",13780,5098
"WITH falsehood lurking in thy sordid breast,
And perj'ry's seal upon thy heart imprest,
Dar'st thou, Oh Christian! brave the sounding waves,
The treach'rous whirlwinds, and untrophied graves?
Regardless of my woes securely go,
No curse-fraught accents from these lips shall flow;
My fondest wish shall catch thy flying sail,
Attend thy course, and urge the fav'ring gale:
May ev'ry bliss thy God confers be thine,
And all thy share of woe compris'd in mine.
(p. 76; p. 3 in 1766 ed.)",2014-03-13 03:43:23 UTC,"""WITH falsehood lurking in thy sordid breast, / And perj'ry's seal upon thy heart imprest, / Dar'st thou, Oh Christian! brave the sounding waves, / The treach'rous whirlwinds, and untrophied graves?""",2005-04-17 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Impressions,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""seal"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again in ECCO-TCP. Confirmed in ECCO.",14156,5255
"With blood illustrious circling thro' these veins,
Which ne'er was chequer'd with plebeian stains,
Thro' ancestry's long line ennobled springs,
From fame-crown'd warriors and exalted kings:
Must I the shafts of infamy sustain?
To slav'ry's purposes my infant train?
To catch the glances of his haughty lord?
Attend obedient at the festive board?
From hands unscepter'd take the scornful blow?
Uproot the thoughts of glory as they grow?
Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel;
Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel:
Ah! guide thy steps from yon expecting fleet,
Thine injur'd YARICO relenting meet:
Bid her recline woe-stricken on thy breast,
And hush her raging sorrows into rest:
Ah! let the youth that sent the cruel dart,
Extract the point invenom'd from her heart:
The peace he banish'd from this mind recall,
And bid the tears he prompted cease to fall.
Then while the stream of life is giv'n to flow,
And sable hue o'erspread this youthful brow;
Or curl untaught by art this woolly hair,
So long, so long to me shalt thou be dear.
(pp. 82-3, cf. pp. 14-15 in 1766 ed.)",2014-03-13 03:49:03 UTC,"""Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel; / Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel.""",2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ECCO-TCP. Confirmed in ECCO.",14168,5255
"Yet not the early wreath of Fame
With haughtiness was twin'd:
Nor pride nor fickleness could claim
The empire of his mind:
(Cf. p. 2 in 1770 ed.)
",2013-10-12 03:16:00 UTC,"""Nor pride nor fickleness could claim / The empire of his mind.""",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Empire,CONFIRMED,"Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16038,6049
"'Known to Misfortune from my tender years,
'My parents' ashes drank my early tears:
'A barb'rous uncle, to each vice allied,
'The office of a parent ill supplied:
'Of my entire inheritance possess'd,
'By lucre prompted, and by fortune blest,
'He pass'd the ocean never to return,
'And left me weeping o'er my parents' urn:
'Then Arabert, the gen'rous stranger, came,
'To soothe my sorrows, and relieve my shame:
'Beneath his tender care my woes decreas'd,
'More than Religion's, he was Pity's priest:
'To reach his bounty my affection strove,
'Till gratitude was heighten'd into love:
'Nor he at length refus'd the lover's part,
'The pity that adorn'd, betray'd his heart.
'How ardently he wish'd the nuptial rite
'In holy wedlock might our hands unite!
'But stern Religion at our vows exclaim'd,
'And tore the bands that Love and Nature fram'd:
'For then devoted to her hallow'd shrine,
'His country's laws forbade him to be mine.
'Tho' from my mind each flatt'ring thought retir'd,
'And in my bosom Hope and Peace expir'd;
'Yet on their ruins Love triumphant rose:
'Enough--shame o'er the rest a mantle throws:
'At length Remorse effac'd the guilty scene,
'And to his breast apply'd her dagger keen;
'Restrain'd in full career the erring youth,
'And led him back to Innocence and Truth:
''Twas then he fled (divorc'd from Pleasure's chain)
'To woo Religion in this gloomy fane:
'Yet ere he fled, my bliss he fondly plann'd,
'And scatter'd riches with a lavish hand:
'Ah, what to me avail'd the golden store?
'The giver gone, the gift could charm no more.",2009-09-14 19:45:34 UTC,""" 'Tho' from my mind each flatt'ring thought retir'd, / 'And in my bosom Hope and Peace expir'd;""",2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry);,16059,6061
"The pious Arabert's no more,
The peace the dead require, for him implore:
'Let peace, let joy, (I said) his spirit join,
'Nor joy nor peace must e'er encircle mine.
'Lamented Youth! too tenderly allied,
'In vain you fled me, and in vain you died;
'Still to your image, which this breast inurns,
'My constant heart a lamp perpetual burns.",2009-09-14 19:45:38 UTC,"""'My constant heart a lamp perpetual burns.""",2006-01-20 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""breast and ""lamp""in HDIS (Poetry)",16079,6061
"But thou, fair stranger, cam'st with gentler mind
To shun the perils of the wrecking wind.
Amidst thy foes thy safety still I plan'd,
And reach'd for galling chains the myrtle band:
Nor then unconscious of the secret fire,
Each heart voluptuous throb'd with soft desire:
Ah pleasing youth, kind object of my care,
Companion, friend, and ev'ry name that's dear!
Say, from thy mind canst thou so soon remove
The records pencil'd by the hand of love?
How as we wanton'd on the flow'ry ground
The loose-rob'd Pleasures danc'd unblam'd around:
Till to the sight the growing burden prov'd,
How thou o'ercam'st—and how, alas! I lov'd!
Too fatal proof! since thou, with av'rice fraught,
Didst basely urge (ah! shun the wounding thought!)
That tender circumstance—reveal it not,
Lest torn with rage I curse my fated lot:
Lest startled Reason abdicate her reign,
And Madness revel in this heated brain:
That tender circumstance—inhuman part—
I will not weep, tho' serpents gnaw this heart:
Frail, frail resolve! while gushing from mine eye
The pearly drops these boastful words belie.
Alas! can sorrow in this bosom sleep,
Where strikes ingratitude her talons deep?
When he I still adore, to nature dead,
For roses plants with thorns the nuptial bed?
Bids from the widow'd couch kind Peace remove,
And cold Indiff'rence blast the bow'r of Love?
What time his guardian pow'r I most requir'd,
Against my fame and happiness conspir'd!
(pp. 80-1, cf. pp. 11-13 in 1766 ed.)",2014-03-13 03:44:15 UTC,"""Say, from thy mind canst thou so soon remove / The records pencil'd by the hand of love?""",2014-03-13 03:37:32 UTC,"","",,Writing,INTERESTING VARIANT in 1806: pencil'd/graven.,Searching in ECCO-TCP; confirmed in ECCO.,23699,5255
"But thou, fair stranger, cam'st with gentler mind
To shun the perils of the wrecking wind.
Amidst thy foes thy safety still I plan'd,
And reach'd for galling chains the myrtle band:
Nor then unconscious of the secret fire,
Each heart voluptuous throb'd with soft desire:
Ah pleasing youth, kind object of my care,
Companion, friend, and ev'ry name that's dear!
Say, from thy mind canst thou so soon remove
The records pencil'd by the hand of love?
How as we wanton'd on the flow'ry ground
The loose-rob'd Pleasures danc'd unblam'd around:
Till to the sight the growing burden prov'd,
How thou o'ercam'st—and how, alas! I lov'd!
Too fatal proof! since thou, with av'rice fraught,
Didst basely urge (ah! shun the wounding thought!)
That tender circumstance—reveal it not,
Lest torn with rage I curse my fated lot:
Lest startled Reason abdicate her reign,
And Madness revel in this heated brain:
That tender circumstance—inhuman part—
I will not weep, tho' serpents gnaw this heart:
Frail, frail resolve! while gushing from mine eye
The pearly drops these boastful words belie.
Alas! can sorrow in this bosom sleep,
Where strikes ingratitude her talons deep?
When he I still adore, to nature dead,
For roses plants with thorns the nuptial bed?
Bids from the widow'd couch kind Peace remove,
And cold Indiff'rence blast the bow'r of Love?
What time his guardian pow'r I most requir'd,
Against my fame and happiness conspir'd!
(pp. 80-1, cf. pp. 11-13 in 1766 ed.)",2014-03-13 03:40:07 UTC,"""Too fatal proof! since thou, with av'rice fraught, / Didst basely urge (ah! shun the wounding thought!) / That tender circumstance--reveal it not, / Lest torn with rage I curse my fated lot: / Lest startled Reason abdicate her reign, / And Madness revel in this heated brain.""",2014-03-13 03:40:07 UTC,"","",,"","Text from 1767 Poems,",Searching in ECCO-TCP,23700,5255
"With blood illustrious circling thro' these veins,
Which ne'er was chequer'd with plebeian stains,
Thro' ancestry's long line ennobled springs,
From fame-crown'd warriors and exalted kings:
Must I the shafts of infamy sustain?
To slav'ry's purposes my infant train?
To catch the glances of his haughty lord?
Attend obedient at the festive board?
From hands unscepter'd take the scornful blow?
Uproot the thoughts of glory as they grow?
Let this pervade at length thy heart of steel;
Yet, yet return, nor blush, Oh man! to feel:
Ah! guide thy steps from yon expecting fleet,
Thine injur'd YARICO relenting meet:
Bid her recline woe-stricken on thy breast,
And hush her raging sorrows into rest:
Ah! let the youth that sent the cruel dart,
Extract the point invenom'd from her heart:
The peace he banish'd from this mind recall,
And bid the tears he prompted cease to fall.
Then while the stream of life is giv'n to flow,
And sable hue o'erspread this youthful brow;
Or curl untaught by art this woolly hair,
So long, so long to me shalt thou be dear.
(pp. 82-3, cf. pp. 14-15 in 1766 ed.)",2014-03-13 03:49:58 UTC,"""From hands unscepter'd take the scornful blow? / Uproot the thoughts of glory as they grow?""",2014-03-13 03:49:58 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23701,5255