text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"But Scandal has always her mud,
At Merit, poor Merit, to throw;
Of ink has for ever a flood,
To blacken a bosom of snow!
",2012-06-27 15:13:39 UTC,"""Of ink has for ever a flood, / To blacken a bosom of snow!""",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,Epistle III,"",,"","","Searching ""ink"" and ""bosom"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16356,6180
"Did gentlemen of fortune die,
And leave the church a good round sum;
Lo! in the twinkling of an eye,
The parson frank'd their souls to kingdom-come!
A letter to the porter, or a word,
Insur'd admittance to the Lord.
(cf. p. 27 in 1788 printing)",2014-07-15 02:35:53 UTC,"""The parson frank'd their souls to kingdom-come!""",2005-05-24 00:00:00 UTC,From The Romish Priest. A Tale.,"",,Impressions and Writing,"Text from Works: vol. I, p. 391, l. 464.","Searching ""frank"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",16362,6184