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