theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""A soul immortal, spending all her fires, / Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, / Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd, / At aught this scene can threaten, or indulge, / Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, / To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.""",7399,"",Reading,20389,2013-06-05 19:41:01 UTC,2013-06-05 19:41:01 UTC,,"","Yet man (fool man!) here buries all his thoughts;
Inters celestial hopes without one sigh;
Prisoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon,
Here pinions all his wishes; wing'd by Heaven
To fly at infinite; and reach it there
Where seraphs gather immortality,
On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
What golden joys ambrosial clustering glow
In His full beam, and ripen for the just,
Where momentary ages are no more!
Where Time, and Pain, and Chance, and Death expire!
And is it in the flight of threescore years
To push eternity from human thought,
And smother souls immortal in the dust?
A soul immortal, spending all her fires,
Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness,
Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd,
At aught this scene can threaten, or indulge,
Resembles ocean into tempest wrought,
To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
(ll. 135-154, pp. 40-1 in CUP edition)",Night the First
"","""Roused at the sound, the exulting soul ascends, / And breathes her native air; an air that feeds / Ambitions high, and fans ethereal fires; / Quick kindles all that is Divine within us, / Nor leaves one loitering thought beneath the stars.""",7408,"",Reading,20525,2013-06-11 17:27:55 UTC,2013-06-11 17:27:55 UTC,,"","IMMORTAL! What can strike the sense so strong,
As this the soul? It thunders to the thought;
Reason amazes; gratitude o'erwhelms.
No more we slumber on the brink of fate;
Roused at the sound, the exulting soul ascends,
And breathes her native air; an air that feeds
Ambitions high, and fans ethereal fires;
Quick kindles all that is Divine within us,
Nor leaves one loitering thought beneath the stars.
(ll. 556-564, p. 163 in CUP edition)",Night the Sixth
"","""The aspiring Soul, / Ardent and tremulous, like flame, ascends; / Zeal and Humility her wings to heaven.""",7408,Animals,Reading,20528,2013-06-11 21:19:21 UTC,2013-06-11 21:19:21 UTC,,"","With this minute distinction, emblems just,--
Nature revolves, but man advances: both
Eternal; that a circle, this a line;
That gravitates, this soars. The aspiring Soul,
Ardent and tremulous, like flame, ascends;
Zeal and Humility her wings to heaven.
The world of matter, with its various forms,
All dies into new life. Life, born from Death,
Rolls the vast mass, and shall for ever roll.
No single atom, once in being, lost,
With change of counsel charges the Most High.
(ll. 690-700, p. 166 in CUP edition)",Night the Sixth