"To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise / Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent, / Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me; / To pour upon my unexpecting Soul / A Tide of Gladness."
— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for L. Gilliver
Date
1731
Metaphor
"To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise / Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent, / Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me; / To pour upon my unexpecting Soul / A Tide of Gladness."
Metaphor in Context
EDGAR, after a Pause.
Malicious Ignorance!
Oh! that the Power that rules the Heart of Man
Wou'd, ever, thus, make Mischief impotent!
--See now this Falshood! Learn to know this Traitor!
This Athelwold! whom your inferior Souls
Want Sympathy to judge of?--His Heart's Refinement,
His Elegance of Will, adorning Duty,
Has plotted, with a Subject's sweet Deceit,
To cheat his King, to Extasy!--By Heaven
I had not known, but for your bold mistaking,
That he had form'd this dear Design against me.
To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise
Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent,
Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me;
To pour upon my unexpecting Soul
A Tide of Gladness. He but held it back,
To make its Flow more welcome.--But I have seen her;
Thou, too, hast seen her, Oswald.--The big Joy
Bears down all Mem'ry, that you both presum'd
To wrong the Man I love; and I forgive it,
That you may learn to worship Athelwold!
(pp. 33-4)
Malicious Ignorance!
Oh! that the Power that rules the Heart of Man
Wou'd, ever, thus, make Mischief impotent!
--See now this Falshood! Learn to know this Traitor!
This Athelwold! whom your inferior Souls
Want Sympathy to judge of?--His Heart's Refinement,
His Elegance of Will, adorning Duty,
Has plotted, with a Subject's sweet Deceit,
To cheat his King, to Extasy!--By Heaven
I had not known, but for your bold mistaking,
That he had form'd this dear Design against me.
To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise
Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent,
Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me;
To pour upon my unexpecting Soul
A Tide of Gladness. He but held it back,
To make its Flow more welcome.--But I have seen her;
Thou, too, hast seen her, Oswald.--The big Joy
Bears down all Mem'ry, that you both presum'd
To wrong the Man I love; and I forgive it,
That you may learn to worship Athelwold!
(pp. 33-4)
Categories
Provenance
ECCO-TCP
Citation
3 entries in the ESTC (1731, 1732, 1760).
Athelwold: a Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's Servants. (London: Printed for L. Gilliver, 1731.) <Link to ECCO-TCP>
Athelwold: a Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's Servants. (London: Printed for L. Gilliver, 1731.) <Link to ECCO-TCP>
Date of Entry
08/21/2013
