"Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart; / But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought, / Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life, / Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul, / And quench me, into Quiet."
— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for L. Gilliver
Date
1731
Metaphor
"Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart; / But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought, / Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life, / Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul, / And quench me, into Quiet."
Metaphor in Context
Ethelinda.
OH! Shame! Why keep'st thou this alarming Distance?
Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart;
But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought,
Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life,
Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul,
And quench me, into Quiet.
(p. 57)
OH! Shame! Why keep'st thou this alarming Distance?
Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart;
But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought,
Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life,
Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul,
And quench me, into Quiet.
(p. 57)
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
