work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5331,"","Searching ""impression"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"OLYMPIA.
Forgive
My wavering mind. I want not to retract
My hasty promise. Only give me time,
A little time, till old impressions die;
That I may yield a more devoted heart,
A heart more worthy of a good man's vows.",,14323,
,"""Only give me time, / A little time, till old impressions die; / That I may yield a more devoted heart""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:40:36 UTC,""
6050,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,"HONORIA
O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope
Dazzles my aching senses, and I start
As from a dream of horror, where the brain,
Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire,
Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!
Now, gentle Agnes! seek my Alferenzi!
Tell him, the gloom that hides a maiden's blush
Presents no terror to the spotless soul!
Guilt fears the witching hour of spectred night,
When on the murd'rers front the starting drop
Sits like the dew upon the pois'nous toad!
But virtue, guided by its own pure ray,
Treads the rude path, undaunted and secure.
Now to thy task, and may the pow'rs of pity
Guard thee from every ill! I will away,
And in my prison chamber wait thy signal.",2012-01-09,16056,"","""O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope / Dazzles my aching senses, and I start / As from a dream of horror, where the brain, / Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire / Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!""",Impressions,2012-01-09 18:21:37 UTC,""
5643,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,"SONG.
Fickle youth thro' the garden of beauty may range,
And from fair one to fair one inconstantly change;
Like the bee, in the bell of the cowslip repose,
Steal a kiss from the lilly, then wing to the rose:
But should Hymen once happen thesspoiler to meet,
He compels him for life to enjoy the same sweet.
Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind,
That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.
Mark the drop that distils from a cloud as it crost,
If it fall in the sea, how for ever 'tis lost:
And passion divided, like a spark will depart;
But when Hymen has six'd it, a flame lights the heart.
(I, p. 25)",,22182,"","""Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.""",Impressions,2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,Act I
7660,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,"BELVILLE
I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart. My chearfulness has left me, and I am grown insensible even to the delicious plea|sure of making those happy who depend on my pro|tection.
AIR.
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes,
How peaceful pass'd the joyous day!
In rural sports I gain'd the prize,
Each virgin listen'd to my lay.
But now no more I touch the lyre,
No more the rustic sport can please;
I live the slave of fond desire,
Lost to myself, to mirth, and ease.
The tree that in a happier hour
It's boughs extended o'er the plain,
When blasted by the lightning's power,
Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain.
(p. 26)",,22613,"","""I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart.""",Impressions,2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,""
7669,"",LION,2013-09-04 02:12:52 UTC,"CICERO.
Might that be so,
Ruin would lose its name; Exile its terrors,
And Clodius reap no triumph from my fall.
But Heaven that gave a blessing to our bed,
Stampt the great Law of Nature on my heart,
And bound me to it by the sacred ties
Of fatherly affection; can I then
Wed my poor Tullia to disgrace and sorrow,
And to my Boy bequeath the bitter portion
Of Exile, and hereditary ruin?
Rather, just Gods! if so ye deem it fit,
Let me atone for all; on me be pour'd
Your whole collected vengeance, and repay me.
For these dire wrongs, this undeserv'd affliction,
An hundred fold, as heav'nly bounty should,
In blessings on my children.
(pp. 75-6)",,22685,"","""But Heaven that gave a blessing to our bed, / Stampt the great Law of Nature on my heart, / And bound me to it by the sacred ties / Of fatherly affection.""",Impressions,2013-09-04 02:12:52 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,"EGBERT.
I fear not
Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die,
If, dying, on your mind I can impress
Just horror for the--
(p. 66)",,23619,"","""I fear not / Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die, / If, dying, on your mind I can impress / Just horror for the--""",Impressions,2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,""