"My Soul is tost / Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel / My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach / That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound."
— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for J. Walter
Date
1761
Metaphor
"My Soul is tost / Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel / My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach / That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound."
Metaphor in Context
CLODIA enters alone.
It must be by his blood: The word is past
'Twixt me and Death, and he expects his victim.
My love I tender'd, he disdain'd my love,
And chose my vengeance; vengeance let him have!
Is this hard dealing, Gods? In common life,
Things noxious and abhorr'd we freely kill,
But what we love we spare; my heart then asks
Must Frugi die? Ah! rather must he live;
For Tullia live? while this despised form,
To which the proudest knees in Rome have bent,
Whilst Heav'n was left unworship'd, shall abide
The killing taunts of an insulting Rival,
And waste itself with Envy. Come, Volumnius;
Come Clodius! rather let your keen swords meet
And hack each other, in the dying heart
Of this dear scornful youth. My Soul is tost
Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel
My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach
That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound.
[CLODIUS comes out of the Temple.]
(pp. 68-9)
It must be by his blood: The word is past
'Twixt me and Death, and he expects his victim.
My love I tender'd, he disdain'd my love,
And chose my vengeance; vengeance let him have!
Is this hard dealing, Gods? In common life,
Things noxious and abhorr'd we freely kill,
But what we love we spare; my heart then asks
Must Frugi die? Ah! rather must he live;
For Tullia live? while this despised form,
To which the proudest knees in Rome have bent,
Whilst Heav'n was left unworship'd, shall abide
The killing taunts of an insulting Rival,
And waste itself with Envy. Come, Volumnius;
Come Clodius! rather let your keen swords meet
And hack each other, in the dying heart
Of this dear scornful youth. My Soul is tost
Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel
My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach
That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound.
[CLODIUS comes out of the Temple.]
(pp. 68-9)
Categories
Provenance
LION
Citation
3 entries in ESTC (1761).
The Banishment of Cicero. A Tragedy. By Richard Cumberland (London: Printed for J. Walter, 1761). <Link to ECCO>
The Banishment of Cicero. A Tragedy. By Richard Cumberland (London: Printed for J. Walter, 1761). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
09/04/2013
