text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold,
Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be,
More pure than seven times refined Gold,
Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie
They are. It is the purity of Love
Which best of all its constancy can prove.",2011-12-21 17:31:34 UTC,"""Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are.""",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"",Refinement,2011-12-21,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9388,3615
"Engaging CYNTHIA's arm'd with every Grace;
Her lovely Mind shines chearful thro' her Face,
A sacred Lamp in a fair Crystal Case.
Not Venus-Star, the brightest of the Sphere,
Smiles so serene, or casts a Light so clear.
O happy Brother of this wondrous Fair!
The best of Sisters well deserves thy Care;
Her sighing Lovers, who in Crouds adore,
Wou'd wish thy Place, did they not wish for more.
What Angels are, when We desire to know,
We form a Thought by such as She below,
And thence conclude they're bright beyond Compare,
Compos'd of all that's Good, and all that's Fair.",2011-07-15 14:17:56 UTC,"""Her lovely Mind shines chearful thro' her Face, / A sacred Lamp in a fair Crystal Case.""",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"",Physiognomy,,Optics,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11987,4564
"When Churchill enter'd on the critic war,
With thunder clothing his loud-crushing car;
Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart,
And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart;
With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd;
And, on his burnish'd armour, Genius beam'd:
Meanwhile, th' illumin'd spirit, from her throne
Beheld his course, and ""mark'd him for her own.""",2013-10-12 03:43:24 UTC,"""Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart, / And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart; / With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd.""",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16062,6064
"And yet these passions which, on nature's plan,
Call out the hero while they form the man,
Warp'd from the sacred line that nature gave,
As meanly ruin as they nobly save.
The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires
With all its virtues, and with all its fires,
Led by these sirens to some wild extreme,
Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam;
Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky
Looks through a fog, and rises but to die.
But he whose active, unencumber'd mind
Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind,
Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow,
Like the bright orb that rises on the Po,
O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines,
And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.
(p. 154)",2014-07-25 18:18:55 UTC,"""But he whose active, unencumber'd mind / Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind, / Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow, / Like the bright orb that rises on the Po, / O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines, / And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.""",2014-07-25 18:18:55 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",Reading,24301,7984