work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 4527,"",Reading,2009-09-14 19:36:23 UTC,"Loosed from its bonds my spirit fled away,
And left behind its moving tent of clay
.
Aloft it soars through fields of painted air,
Which Fancy's pencil could not paint too fair.
I looked and saw the God of Day arise;
With graceful steps he travels up the skies:
By just degrees at length he reached the line.
I saw the utmost limits of him shine:
While moon and stars before his chariot fly,
He in the floating mirror fixed his eye.
(ll. 1-10, p. 142)",2009-11-30,11903,"","""Loosed from its bonds my spirit fled away, / And left behind its moving tent of clay.""","",2009-11-30 20:21:38 UTC,Opening lines