work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5593,Ruling Passion,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",2004-05-28 00:00:00 UTC,"LAURA
Because I have luckily got the start of you; in a few weeks I should have been the accuser, and you the false and fickle.
DON CARLOS
And to secure yourself from that disgrace, you prudently looked out in time for another lover.
LAURA
I can pardon your sneer, because you are mortified.
DON CARLOS
Mortified!
LAURA
Yes, mortified to the soul. Carlos! I know your sex: the vainest female, in the hour of her exultation and power, is still out-done by man in vanity.--'Tis more your ruling passion , than 'tis ours; and 'tis wounded vanity that makes you thus tremble with rage at being deserted.",,14955,"",Vanity is more a man's ruling passion than a woman's,"",2009-09-14 19:42:23 UTC,"Act II, Scene i"
5599,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2004-07-14 00:00:00 UTC," Hindostan's golden shores, with hallow'd waves;
Where palms gigantic rear their tufted heads,
And nature in colossal vegetation spreads,
Where rich ananas court the Indian's eye,
And groves of citrons fan the fev'rish sky,
Where rattling canes around the riv'lets play,
And the centennial aloe drinks the day!
In their deep shades bid Lucidorus smile,
His heavy sense of distant hours beguile.
Bid him not think, because I gaily write,
That heavy hours to him, to me, are light;
My native spirits, bounding from repose,
Bear me, unwilling, where Castalia flows.
I love to weep, love the soft feast of grief,
Court mournful thoughts, nor ever wish relief;--
Sadness I woo, yet still the phantom flies,
And joy seduces, whilst I ask for sighs.
But Hymen frowns, and joy no longer cheers,
Weeping, I sink--Thalia drinks my tears:
He tears my heart; she my rapt soul inspires;
He chills with grief; she fills me with her fires.
Thus, Lucidorus! pass my distant hours--
By turns subdued, the slave of rival powers;
And thus hath nature in my little frame
Still various been, and variously the same.
My heart so keenly feels, 'twere death to live,
Did not bright spirits its strong sense relieve.
Through THESE capricious, desultory, gay,
As though I felt not, glides th' unconscious day;
Through THIS I droop, I sadden, and complain,
Dragging, with pensive steps, life's length'ning chain.
In blithesome mood ""More Ways than One"" had birth,
Offspring of brilliant morns, and eves of mirth;
The laughing muse in sprightliest vein was by,
And ""quips, and cranks,"" lay lurking in her eye.
O! may her spirit from its pages dart,
Dance o'er your nerves, and live within your heart!",2009-06-09,14968,"REVISIT: Was mislabeled. Check to see what's going here. Also, there's another metaphor in here not yet in database.","""I love to weep, love the soft feast of grief, / Court mournful thoughts, nor ever wish relief;-- / Sadness I woo, yet still the phantom flies, / And joy seduces, whilst I ask for sighs.""","",2009-09-14 19:42:26 UTC,Dedication
7590,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""mirror"" in ECCO-TCP",2013-08-16 04:19:30 UTC,"DANIEL.
By earnest pray'r.
Solicit first the wisdom from above;
Wisdom whose fruits are purity and pleace!
Wisdom! that bright intelligence, which sat
Supreme, when with his golden compasses
Th' Eternal plann'd the fabric of the world,
Produc'd his fair idea into light,
And said, that all was good! Wisdom, blest beam!
The brightness of the everlasting light!
The spotlesss mirror of the pow'r of GOD!
The reflex image of th' all-perfect mind!
A stream translucent, flowing from the source
Of glory infinite; a cloudless light!
Defilement cannot touch, nor sin pollute
Her unstain'd purity! Not Ophir's gold,
Nor Ethiopia's gems can match her price!
The diamond of the mine is pale before her!
And, like the oil Elisha's bounty bless'd,
She is a treasure which doth grow by use,
And multiply by spending! She contains,
Within herself, the sum of excellence.
(Part II, pp. 204-5)",,22180,"","""Wisdom, blest beam! / The brightness of the everlasting light! / The spotlesss mirror of the pow'r of GOD! / The reflex image of th' all-perfect mind!""",Mirror,2013-08-16 04:19:30 UTC,Daniel: A Sacred Drama
7590,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 04:20:57 UTC,"DARIUS.
Pharnaces, speak!
I know thou lov'st me; I but meant to chide
Thy flatt'ry, not reprove thee for thy zeal.
Speak boldly, friends, as man shou'd speak to man.
Perish the barb'rous maxims of the East,
Which basely wou'd enslave the free-born mind,
And plunder it of the best gift of Heav'n,
Its liberty!
(pp. 212-3)",,22181,"","""Perish the barb'rous maxims of the East, / Which basely wou'd enslave the free-born mind, / And plunder it of the best gift of Heav'n, / Its liberty!""",Fetters,2013-08-16 04:20:57 UTC,""