work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 5391,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC,"I ask not, god of dreams, thy care
    To banish Love's presentments fair:
    Nor rosy cheek nor radiant eye
    Can arm him with such influence bland
    That the young sorcerer's fatal hand
  Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie
.
  Nor yet the courtier's hope, the giving smile
  (A lighter phantom, and a baser chain)
  Did e'er in slumber my proud lyre beguile
To lend the pomp of thrones her ill-according strain.
(pp. 44-5; cf. variant text in 1772 ed.)",2011-06-26,14478,VARIANT TEXT.,"""That the young sorcerer's fatal hand / Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie.""",Fetters,2014-03-07 20:02:45 UTC,""