work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7410,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-06-12 13:48:22 UTC,"I Ang. See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance,
And shakes a visionary Lance,
His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms,
Shouting Armies, clashing Arms,
The softer Prints of Love deface;
And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.
Both. Glory Strives,
The Field is won,
Fame revives
And Love is Gone.
(III.i, p. 28)",,20543,"INTEREST: a ""visionary"" battle, literalized in the brain.","""See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance, / And shakes a visionary Lance, / His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms, / Shouting Armies, clashing Arms, / The softer Prints of Love deface; / And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace.""",Impressions and Inhabitants,2013-06-12 13:48:41 UTC,"Act III, Scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"MIRZA.
Indeed I did, then favour'd by the King,
And by that means a sharer in the secret.
'Twas on a day of publick Festival,
When Beauteous Artemisa stood to view,
Behind the Covert of a Golden Lattice,
When King and Court returning from the Temple;
When just as by her stand Arsaces past,
The Windows, by design or chance, fell down,
And to his view expos'd her blushing Beauties.
She seem'd surpriz'd, and presently withdrew,
But ev'n that moment was an age in Love:
So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded,
So apt to take at first the soft impression.
Soon as we were alone, I found the Evil
Already past a Remedy, and vainly
Urg'd the resentment of her Injur'd Lord:
His Love was deaf to all.
(I.i, pp. 3-4)",,21942,fixing punctuation error in C-H Lion,"""So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression.""",Impressions,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"ARTABAN.
Nay then 'tis time I should Assert my self,
And tho' you gave me Birth; yet from the God's
(Who made my Father be as he was, Royal,
And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul;)
I Claim my Right to Empire; may I fall
Vile and forgotten if I Ever own
Any Superiour Being but those God's.
(IV.i, p. 43)",,21963,"","""Who made my Father be as he was, Royal, / And stamp't the Mark of Greatness on my Soul.""",Impressions,2013-07-22 04:18:01 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"