work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5185,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"By no sly hint, or incident she tries
To bid on modest cheeks the blush arise:
The loosest thoughts our decent scenes suggest,
Virtue herself might harbour in her breast;
And where our harmless satire vents its spleen,
The soberest prude may laugh, without a skreen.
But not to mirth alone we claim your ear,
Some tender scenes demand the melting tear;
The comic dame, her different powers to prove,
Gives you the dear variety you love;
Sometimes assumes her graver sister's art,
Borrows her form, and tries to touch the heart.
But fancy's pictures float upon the brain,
And short-liv'd o'er the heart is passion's reign,
Till judgement stamp her sanction on the whole,
And sink th'impression deep into the soul.--",,13945,"","""But fancy's pictures float upon the brain.""","",2018-06-18 15:21:02 UTC,Front Matter
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,"EGBERT.
How do rude passions the fair minddestroy,
Bestow'd by Heaven from the all-perfect source!
This Gondibert would once have shrunk from vice,
As the chaste plant that bears no mortal touch.
From infancy I've watch'd his springing virtues;
Seen him beat back misfortunes when they clung,
Like wary Cowards, on each other's skirts;
And bear, with fortitude, Affliction's stripes.
But now, unhallow'd Love the pile destroys;
And Vice will triumph o'er the noble ruin.
Still must I save him. If one spark of virtue
Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven!
To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!
(p. 21)",,23611,"","""If one spark of virtue / Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven! / To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!""","",2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:34:27 UTC,"GONDIBERT.
It is enough—she loves—Albina loves!
The truth divine swift rushes on my heart,
And all its pow'rs confess the rapt'rous guest.
Thousand sweet tokens now afresh start up,
Darting like hidden sun-beams on my mind,
And make it drunk with bliss. But Edward—Edward!
Blind fool! to feast on shadows--dream of happiness,
Whilst one more daring boldly asks the substance,
And bears it from my arms--my hopes, forever!
(p. 31)",,23613,"","""Darting like hidden sun-beams on my mind, / And make it drunk with bliss.""","",2014-03-12 04:34:27 UTC,""