work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5494,"",Searching in Lion,2013-08-16 20:59:28 UTC,"NORTHAMPTON.
He did, nor think that I forget he did it:
My genius, baleful as a comet's blaze,
Hangs o'er his head, and burns with red revenge!
Nay, he's my rival too!--That fiery thought
Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs,
I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage
Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire.
(p. 120)",,22235,"","""That fiery thought / Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs, / I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage / Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire.""","",2013-08-16 20:59:28 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
5494,"",Searching in LION,2013-08-16 21:00:58 UTC,"SOMERSET.
A kind good-morrow to my honour'd uncle!
Now fortune seems to smile in earnest on me;
This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish,
And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!
Oh! my good lord! language gives way beneath it,
The painter's colours, and the poet's art
Cou'd touch but a faint image of my joys.
(I.i, p. 124)",,22237,"","""This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish, / And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!""","",2013-08-16 21:00:58 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
5494,"",Searching in LION,2013-08-16 21:01:55 UTC,"NORTHAMPTON.
'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!
Revenge dares strike at every thing--
Rivers of blood mark out her smoaking way!
And kingdoms flame to give her triumphs lustre!
Welcome, dread vengeance!
(II.i, pp. 136-7)",,22238,"","""'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!""","",2013-08-16 21:01:55 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:48:35 UTC,"NORTHAMPTON.
To gain the unbeliever to my wishes,
I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art,
That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm,
His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion:
Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage,
In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge.
ELLOWAYS
The depth of wisdom flows, in all your actions,
Like a strong current, which, oppos'd by piles,
Works gently thro', and saps the mound unseen,
Till, gathering force, it pours resistless in,
And the bank floats before it--End you there?
(III.i, p. 147)",,22241,Fire metaphor answered with water metaphor...,"""To gain the unbeliever to my wishes, / I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art, / That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm, / His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion: / Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage, / In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge.""","",2013-08-16 21:48:48 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 21:57:05 UTC,"CLEORA.
How I disdain thee!--yes, I scorn thee!--hate thee!
Thou, who cou'dst stoop to expose a woman's weakness!
To taint her fame, and blast her to the world!--
All my fierce passions rise with that reflection,
Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire,
The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein,
And my brain splits with agony!
(III.i, p. 154)",,22246,"","""All my fierce passions rise with that reflection, / Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire, / The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein, / And my brain splits with agony!""","",2013-08-16 21:57:05 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:01:49 UTC,"CLEORA.
Why start you, calm, insulting man?
Is love a crime too great to be forgiven?
But thy cold soul admits no warmth of passion:
I, like the sun, darted too fierce a blaze!
Yet, thy chill wishes
Dawn'd some sick hope, when Isabella's eyes,
Like a pale moon, gleam'd her faint beams upon thee.
OVERBURY.
How! knows she that?
[Aside.]
When honour lights up love,
Th' illumin'd soul burns lambent with a flame,
Pure as the hallow'd altars--Such my hope!
Such were the wishes mov'd by Isabella.
(III.i pp. 153-4)",,22247,"","""When honour lights up love, / Th' illumin'd soul burns lambent with a flame, / Pure as the hallow'd altars--Such my hope!""","",2013-08-16 22:01:49 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:21:20 UTC,"CLEORA.
Fain wou'd I--but all thought forsakes me!
My flame revives!--each fit comes stronger on me!
Varying convulsions torture every nerve!
I love! I rage!--hate--fear--and love again!
And burn, and die with a whole war of passions!
(IV.i, p. 166)",,22250,"","""My flame revives!--each fit comes stronger on me! / Varying convulsions torture every nerve! / I love! I rage!--hate--fear--and love again! / And burn, and die with a whole war of passions!""","",2013-08-16 22:21:20 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
5494,"",LION,2013-08-16 22:32:52 UTC,"OVERBURY.
Ha!--what a shoot was there!--my blood boils in me!
Flames wind about my breast--my brain burns red,
And my eyes swim in a blue sea of sulphur!
Stand off!--and let me breathe!--what's that grim form,
That stalks along! and creeps so pale upon me?
I know the meagre phantom now!--'tis death!
He's gone!--and now the heav'ns all open to me!
A flight of angels swoop upon my head,
And clap their wings about me!
(V.i, pp. 181-2)",,22254,"","""Ha!--what a shoot was there!--my blood boils in me! / Flames wind about my breast--my brain burns red, / And my eyes swim in a blue sea of sulphur!""","",2013-08-16 22:32:52 UTC,"Act V, scene i"