work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5395,"",Reading,2003-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"SECOND LADY
Child! we must quit these visionary scenes,
And end our follies when we end our teens;
These bagatelles we must relinquish now,
And good matronic gentlewomen grow:
Fancy no more on airy wings shall rise,
We now must scold the maids, and make the pies;
Verse is a folly--we must get above it,
And yet I know not how it is--I love it.
(ll. 1-9, pp. 325)
",2009-07-31,14483,"•Verse must be gotten ""above,"" but not with ""airy wings""!","""Fancy no more on airy wings shall rise, / We now must scold the maids, and make the pies.""","",2009-09-14 19:41:00 UTC,I have not read the whole play. Lonsdale excerpts an exchange from the epilogue.
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:23:40 UTC,"DON ALONZO
I see that thou art frighted.
If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy Heart
With Scorpion's Stings.
ZANGA
If I do love, my Lord?
(III.i, p. 29)",,22302,"","""If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy Heart / With Scorpion's Stings.""",Animals,2013-08-17 21:23:40 UTC,Act III
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:28:05 UTC,"DON ALONZO
Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought,
Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs,
And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil
In which her self is taken. I am lost,
Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd,
And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.
One Argument is ballanc'd by another,
And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight,
And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs.
No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind,
This inward Anarchy; but find my Wife,
And to her trembling Heart presenting Death,
Force all the Secret from her.
(IV.i, p. 36)",,22303,"","""Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought, / Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs, / And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil / In which her self is taken. I am lost, / Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd, / And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.""",Animals,2013-08-17 21:28:05 UTC,Act IV
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:30:00 UTC,"ZANGA
I fear his Heart has fail'd him. She must dye.
Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom,
To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?
(IV.i, p. 44)",,22305,"","""Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom, / To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?""",Animals,2013-08-17 21:30:00 UTC,Act IV
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Painful the race! but Raimond is the prize!
Ye Beings! who, superior to humanity,
Behold, with supercilious eye, our slidings;
Oh, blame not me, thus tempted, if I yield.
Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accus'd,
Who to seductions left our minds a prey--
--Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us;
Hath hung us round with senses exquisite,
Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions,
The first to weaken, and the last to war
On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!
How dark the night! The moon hath hid her head,
As scorning with her lucid beams to gild
This murky business. Thro' umbrageous trees
The whistling Eurus speaks, in hollow murmurs;
And dismal fancy, in yon shadowy ailes,
Might conjure up an hundred phantoms.
How strong th'impression of our dawning years!
The tales of sprites and goblins, that did awe
My infancy, all rush upon my mind,
And, spite of haughty reason, make it shrink.
Who is't approaches?
(p. 40)",,23614,"","""Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, naked Virtue!",Animals,2014-03-12 04:36:43 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:43:53 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
Editha, spare me!
My mind, with wild contending passions torn,
Now, like a hart by worrying dogs forsook,
Sinks into apathy.
(p. 75)",,23621,INTEREST,"""My mind, with wild contending passions torn, / Now, like a hart by worrying dogs forsook, / Sinks into apathy.""",Animals,2014-03-12 04:43:53 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:48:04 UTC,"INA.
Permit us, Madam, to perform our duty.
Unusual weight hath sudden seiz'd my spirits,
And something here forbids me to obey you.
ALBINA.
Such pensiveness oft follows, when the mind,
Surcharg'd with joy, hath yielded all her pow'rs
To the insidious guest. But leave me, Ina;
My nightly duty is not yet perform'd.
Mean time, Editha send; some secret grief
Preys on her mind, and fain I would relieve
Her bosom'd anguish.
(p. 80)",,23624,"","""Mean time, Editha send; some secret grief / Preys on her mind, and fain I would relieve / Her bosom'd anguish.""",Animals,2014-03-12 04:48:04 UTC,""