work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"MIRZA.
Indeed I did, then favour'd by the King,
And by that means a sharer in the secret.
'Twas on a day of publick Festival,
When Beauteous Artemisa stood to view,
Behind the Covert of a Golden Lattice,
When King and Court returning from the Temple;
When just as by her stand Arsaces past,
The Windows, by design or chance, fell down,
And to his view expos'd her blushing Beauties.
She seem'd surpriz'd, and presently withdrew,
But ev'n that moment was an age in Love:
So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded,
So apt to take at first the soft impression.
Soon as we were alone, I found the Evil
Already past a Remedy, and vainly
Urg'd the resentment of her Injur'd Lord:
His Love was deaf to all.
(I.i, pp. 3-4)",,21942,fixing punctuation error in C-H Lion,"""So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression.""",Impressions,2013-07-21 19:13:59 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 19:14:51 UTC,"MAGAS.
With deepest foresight, wisely has she laid
A sure foundation of the future greatness
Of Artaban, her only darling Son.
Each busie thought, that rouls within her breast,
Labours for him; the King, when first he sicken'd,
Declar'd he should succeed him in the Throne.
(I.i, p. 4)",,21943,"","""Each busie thought, that rouls within her breast, / Labours for him; the King, when first he sicken'd, / Declar'd he should succeed him in the Throne.""","",2013-07-21 19:14:51 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:41:12 UTC,"MAGAS.
What you've said,
Has wak'd a Thought in me which may be lucky;
E're he was banisht for your Brother's Murder,
There was a Friendship 'twixt us; and tho' then
I left his barren Soil, to root my self
More safely, under your auspicious Shade,
Yet still pretending Tyes of ancient Love,
At his arrival here I'll visit him;
Whence this Advantage may at least be made,
To ford his shallow Soul.
(I.i, p. 5)",,21944,Fording? -- unusual metaphor,"""At his arrival here I'll visit him; / Whence this Advantage may at least be made, / To ford his shallow Soul.""","",2013-07-22 02:41:12 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:43:25 UTC,"MIRZA.
My worthy Priest! Still be my Friend, and share
The utmost of my Power, by greatness rais'd.
[Embracing.]
Thou like the God thou serv'st, shall shine aloft,
And with thy Influence rule the under World.
But see! the Queen appears; she seems to muse,
Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event
Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo
In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd.
Retire, lest we disturb her.
(I.i, p. 6)",,21945,CRAZY. INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY.,"""Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event / Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo / In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd.""",Rooms,2013-07-22 02:43:25 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:45:43 UTC,"ARTEMISA.
Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit
For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit,
Thee only would I choose of all Mankind,
To be the Priest, still favour'd with access;
Whose piercing Wit, sway'd by unerring Judgment,
Might mingle ev'n with assembled Gods,
When they devise unchangeable Decrees,
And call 'em Fate.
(I.i, p. 7)",,21946,"","""Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit, Thee only would I choose of all Mankind, To be the Priest, still favour'd with access.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-07-22 02:45:43 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:47:18 UTC,"ARTEMISA.
It is not well, these thoughts must be remov'd:
That eating Canker Grief, with wastful spight,
Preys on the Rosie bloom of Youth and Beauty:
But Love shall chace away these clouds of sadness;
My Son shall breathe so warm a gale of sighs,
As shall dissolve those Isicles, that hang
Like death about her heart.
Attend us, holy Magus, to the King,
Nor cease to importune the mighty Gods
To grant him health, tho much I fear in vain.
(I.i, pp. 7-8)",,21947,"","""My Son shall breathe so warm a gale of sighs, / As shall dissolve those Isicles, that hang / Like death about her heart.""","",2013-07-22 02:47:18 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:48:56 UTC,"ARTAXERXES.
Be that his Glory,
Let him with Pedants hunt for Praise in Books,
Pore out his Life amongst the lazy Gown-men,
Grow old and vainly proud in fancy'd Knowledge,
Unequal to the Task of vast Ambition.
Ambition! The Desire of active Souls,
That pushes 'em beyond the Bounds of Nature,
And elevates the Hero to the Gods.
But see! my Love, your beauteous Daughter comes,
And ev'n Ambition sickens at her Sight.
[Enter Amestris attended.]
Revenge, and fierce Desires of Glory, cease
To urge my Passions, master'd by her Eyes;
And only gentle Fires now warm my Breast.
(I.i, pp. 10)",,21948,"","""Revenge, and fierce Desires of Glory, cease / To urge my Passions, master'd by her Eyes; / And only gentle Fires now warm my Breast.""","",2013-07-22 02:48:56 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:51:54 UTC,"ARTAXERXES.
Exquisite Charmer! now by Orosmades
I swear, thy each soft Accent melts my Soul:
The Joy of Conquest, and Immortal Triumph,
Honour and Greatness, all that fires the Hero
To high Exploits, and everlasting Fame,
Grows vile in sight of thee. My haughty Soul,
By Nature fierce, and panting after Glory,
Could be content to live obscure with thee,
Forgotten and unknown of all but my Amestris.
(I.i, p. 11)",,21949,"","""Exquisite Charmer! now by Orosmades / I swear, thy each soft Accent melts my Soul.""","",2013-07-22 02:51:54 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:53:14 UTC,"AMESTRIS.
No, Son of great Arsaces, though my Soul
Shares in my Sex's Weakness, and would fly
From Noise and Faction, and from fatal Greatness,
Yet for thy Sake, thou Idol of my Heart,
(Nor will I blush to own the sacred Flame,
Thy Sighs and Vows have kindled in my Breast)
For thy lov'd Sake, spight of my boding Fears,
I'll meet the Danger which Ambition brings,
And tread one Path with thee: Nor shalt thou lose
The glorious Portion which thy Fate designs thee,
For thy Amestris Fears.
(I.i, p. 11)",,21950,"","""Yet for thy Sake, thou Idol of my Heart, / (Nor will I blush to own the sacred Flame, / Thy Sighs and Vows have kindled in my Breast) / For thy lov'd Sake, spight of my boding Fears, / I'll meet the Danger which Ambition brings, / And tread one Path with thee.""","",2013-07-22 02:53:14 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 02:54:33 UTC,"MAGAS.
Friends like Memnon
Are worth being sought in Danger; since this Age
Of most flagitious Note, degenerates
From the fam'd Vertue of our Ancestors,
And leaves but few Examples of their Excellence,
Whom should we seek for Friendships but those few,
Those happy few, within whose Breasts alone,
The Footsteps of lost Virtue yet remain?
(II.i, p. 12)",,21951,Footsteps...,"""Whom should we seek for Friendships but those few, / Those happy few, within whose Breasts alone, / The Footsteps of lost Virtue yet remain?""","",2013-07-22 02:54:33 UTC,"Act II, scene i"