work_id,reviewed_on,comments,text,provenance,updated_at,theme,metaphor,created_at,context,id,dictionary 7665,,"","Imagination is the Paphian shop,
Where feeble Happiness, like Vulcan, lame,
Bids foul Ideas, in their dark recess,
And hot as hell, (which kindled the black fires,)
With wanton art, those fatal arrows form
Which murder all thy time, health, wealth, and fame.
Wouldst thou receive them, other Thoughts there are,
On angel-wing, descending from above,
Which these, with art Divine, would counterwork,
And form celestial armour for thy peace.

(p. 175, ll. 994-1003)",Reading,2013-09-02 03:22:17 UTC,"","""Wouldst thou receive them, other Thoughts there are, / On angel-wing, descending from above, / Which these, with art Divine, would counterwork, / And form celestial armour for thy peace.""<",2013-09-02 03:22:17 UTC,Night the Eighth,22641,Metal