text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"FOURTEENTH ANGEL.
Placed in a state of innocence is man;
Primeval justice is his blessed gift,
Hence are his senses to his reason subject,
His body to his mind,
Enjoying reason as his prime endowment.",2009-09-14 19:33:34 UTC,"""Hence are his senses to his reason subject.""",2003-12-30 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,"","",HDIS,8420,3197
"AN.
Away! I'll hear no tales, listen to none of the charities of life: my heart is steeled. I have not, will not have commiseration, humanity, or sympathy: or, if sympathy, 'tis the sympathy of hatred, which he first taught me! If I am vindictive, 'twas he made me so. Such is the sympathy between us.",2009-09-14 19:45:35 UTC,"""I'll hear no tales, listen to none of the charities of life: my heart is steeled""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iv","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",16065,6067
"PEREG.
Il faut qu'elle danse--she must dance, my dear friend;--you see it is what I do myself--it is the only cure for a foolish passion.
AIR--Peregrine.
Music is the food of love,--
But what's the cure?
Why dance to music, to be sure!
With a fal, lal, la!
Dear Mary's cold heart I attempted to thaw,
But never could melt it away;
Cries Mary, for you I shall ne'er care a straw;
Says I, I must then dance the hay.
With a fal, lal, la!
When I ogled sweet Bess, from my glances she
For she had a bosom of steel--
[shrunk.
I was drunk with my passion--so mortally drunk,
That nothing would do but a reel.
With a fal, lal, la!
Extremities in love, 'tis said,
Each lover knows:
If women, then,
Bewilder men,
In that extremity the head,
'Tis best, no doubt,
To jig them out,
At that extremity--the toes.
With a fal, lal, la!
Then a fig for young Cupid--a fig for his smart,
A fig for each maid that I meet;
No Saint of a Woman takes hold of my heart,
While St. Vitus takes care of my feet.
With a fal, lal, la!",2009-09-14 19:45:35 UTC,"""When I ogled sweet Bess, from my glances she / For she had a bosom of steel--""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene ii","",,Metal,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama)",16066,6068
"MRS. G.
Oh, every thing was prepared that could make a parent happy, or a daughter miserable. Parchment enough to drape Westminster Hall, where every fracture in the conjugal chain was provided against; even to the solder of separate maintenance for personal infidelity.--But no, I took the man of my heart, proudly spurning those alliances, where all is fairly engrossed, but the affections, and every thing duly stampt, except an impression on the heart. But come, Charles, you good creature, shew the lions; for my limbs are cramped by that odious chaise, to a degree.--",2009-09-14 19:45:41 UTC,"""I took the man of my heart, proudly spurning those alliances, where all is fairly engrossed, but the affections, and every thing duly stampt, except an impression on the heart""",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,Impression,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Drama)",16089,6079
"REUB.
Let me go, father--I shall be better alone. ""Rosalie will never wound the heart that loves her!"" An angel spoke those words, and they are false. Oh! tear them from my memory --they burn--they madden!--Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free-- Rosalie, I come.
(Rushes out.)",2009-09-14 19:45:41 UTC,"""Father, why gird my poor brain with hoops of iron? In mercy loose them. Ah! now I'm free""",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,"","","Searching ""brain"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",16090,6079
" Duet.
""O Fortune, if by thy command
We founder'd on this coast,
Redeem us from this barb'rous land,
And give us what we lost.
The wretch, that pines for sordid gain,
May ransack earth and sea,
But what is wealth amass'd with pain,
And loss of liberty?
Amid the many restless scenes,
Thro' which we mortals toil,
One ruling passion intervenes,
The love of native soil.
So dear to memory, e'en in death,
The spot, that gave us birth,
In our last moments we bequeath
Our bones to parent earth.""
",2009-09-14 19:45:45 UTC,Love of native soil is a ruling passion that may intervene in restless scenes,2004-05-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene ii",Ruling Passion,,"","","Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",16104,6084
"And now our Prologue speaks--In former days
Prologues were abstracts of their several Plays;
But now, like guilty men, who dread their doom,
We talk of every thing but what's to come.
As for our Fable, little I'll unfold;
For out of little much cannot be told.
'Tis but one species in the wide extent
Of prejudice, at which our shaft is sent,
'Tis but this simple lesson of the heart--
Judge not the Man by his exterior part:
Virtue's strong root in every soil will grow,
Rich ores lie buried under piles of snow.
",2009-09-14 19:45:45 UTC,"""Judge not the Man by his exterior part: / Virtue's strong root in every soil will grow, / Rich ores lie buried under piles of snow""",2004-11-15 00:00:00 UTC,Front Matter,Inner and Outer,,"",•This is invisible to my protocol (although I found it searching heart...). I've included twice: Garden and Mineral.,Searching HDIS,16106,6084
"SIR FRANCIS DELROY
It shall be so clear, that I'll not hide one flaw or foible in my whole composition, and so honest, that I will make this gentle creature own I am intitled to as much aversion, as her soft heart can harbour.
ADMIRAL DELROY
What is all this? He's in the clouds again.
ELEANOR de FERRARS
Stay; let us hear him out.
SIR FRANCIS DELROY
I've had an hour of self-examination, and in that scrutiny have found such cause to scorn, despise, and reprobate myself, that though I find love is my ruling passion , and this dear object the one thing on earth, that I most love, yet for her happiness, I swear to truth, she ought to hate me, and, by my soul, I almost hope she does.
ADMIRAL DELROY
Confound such nonsense! Lookye, if you have overhaul'd your defects, why don't you repair them?
SIR FRANCIS DELROY
Can good be grafted on a root that's evil? No; let the man, who shall aspire to Eleanor, be born in virtue and innately perfect! Such I believe Sir Harry Netterville, and in that persuasion hold it a duty to promote his claim, and wave my own.",2009-09-14 19:46:03 UTC,Love may be a ruling passion,2004-05-28 00:00:00 UTC,Act III,Ruling Passion,,"",•Published posthumously; first performed in 1798.,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",16210,6151
"PROLOGUE.
Let cynic pride with supercilious air,
Arraign the venial failings of the fair;
To night with juster aim our Poet shews
In female hearts what genuine virtue glows.
Not that stern passion, that unlovely flame,
Which sear'd the bosom of the Spartan dame,
Who saw, nor shed one sad maternal tear,
Her slaughter'd son extended on the bier:
Then cold and careless press'd the nuptial bed,
Or to her couch the casual stranger led;
And dead to each soft feeling, ask'd from fate
Another boy, to perish for the State.
Round British nymphs more winning graces move,
They melt with pity, and they glow with love.
Yet while their bosoms own the tender fire,
Their generous minds can check each fond desire;
The promis'd joy with patriot zeal forego,
Nor own a lover in their country's foe.
Nor, Britons, you our moral scenes despise,
Still from the Stage does true instruction rise.
Let no mean thought your ardent souls engage,
Nor party rancour, nor religious rage;
But all alike with generous warmth embrace,
Whose kindred virtues speak their British race:
In every age, in every state we find,
One passion govern every gallant mind.
Tho' wealth allure, tho' just resentment move,
That ruling passion is their country's love.
Then rush, united! midst the war's alarms,
And face, unmov'd, the hostile world in arms.
Lives there a youth will shun the noble strife,
Or doubt in such a cause to stake his life,
Who hears me now the glorious prize proclaim,
His mistress' favour, and his country's fame",2009-09-14 19:46:03 UTC,"In female hearts ""genuine virtue"" may glow and not that ""stern passion, that unlovely flame, / which sear'd the bosom of the Spartan dame""",2004-05-28 00:00:00 UTC,Prologue,Ruling Passion,,"",•First performed in 1782,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",16211,6152
"PROLOGUE.
Let cynic pride with supercilious air,
Arraign the venial failings of the fair;
To night with juster aim our Poet shews
In female hearts what genuine virtue glows.
Not that stern passion, that unlovely flame,
Which sear'd the bosom of the Spartan dame,
Who saw, nor shed one sad maternal tear,
Her slaughter'd son extended on the bier:
Then cold and careless press'd the nuptial bed,
Or to her couch the casual stranger led;
And dead to each soft feeling, ask'd from fate
Another boy, to perish for the State.
Round British nymphs more winning graces move,
They melt with pity, and they glow with love.
Yet while their bosoms own the tender fire,
Their generous minds can check each fond desire;
The promis'd joy with patriot zeal forego,
Nor own a lover in their country's foe.
Nor, Britons, you our moral scenes despise,
Still from the Stage does true instruction rise.
Let no mean thought your ardent souls engage,
Nor party rancour, nor religious rage;
But all alike with generous warmth embrace,
Whose kindred virtues speak their British race:
In every age, in every state we find,
One passion govern every gallant mind.
Tho' wealth allure, tho' just resentment move,
That ruling passion is their country's love.
Then rush, united! midst the war's alarms,
And face, unmov'd, the hostile world in arms.
Lives there a youth will shun the noble strife,
Or doubt in such a cause to stake his life,
Who hears me now the glorious prize proclaim,
His mistress' favour, and his country's fame",2009-09-14 19:46:03 UTC,"British nymphs even while ""their bosoms own the tender fire, / Their generous minds can check each fond desire""
",2004-05-28 00:00:00 UTC,Prologue,"",,"",•First performed in 1782,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",16212,6152