work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 5366,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-01-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet more: her honours where nor beauty claims,
Nor shews of good the thirsty sense allure,
From passion's power alone our nature holds
Essential pleasure. Passion's fierce illapse
Rouzes the mind's whole fabric; with supplies
Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers
Intensely poiz'd, and polishes anew
By that collision all the fine machine:
Else rust would rise, and foulness, by degrees
Incumbering, choak at last what heaven design'd
For ceaseless motion and a round of toil.

(Bk. II, ll. 155-165, p. 53)",2011-06-13,14425,"•I've included thrice: Machine, Rust, Polish
•The OED gives for illapse: ""n. Now rare. E17. [L illapsus, f. as next] The action of slipping or falling in or of gently permeating something""","""Passion's fierce illapse / Rouzes the mind's whole fabric; with supplies / Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers / Intensely poiz'd, and polishes anew / By that collision all the fine machine: / Else rust would rise, and foulness, by degrees / Incumbering, choak at last what heaven design'd / For ceaseless motion and a round of toil.""","",2011-06-13 16:30:15 UTC,Book II