text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Moore, ever to the Cause of Justice true,
Thus spoke the Language of the judging few;
And what he spoke was with a graceful Ease:
He like Ulysses never fails to please.
Tho by the cens'ring Voice of Crouds inclin'd,
'E're Judgement had assum'd her Seat, the Mind,
The Youth, O! Philips, has prophan'd thy Lays,
Regard this Voice of Truth, the Voice of Praise.",2009-09-14 19:36:59 UTC,"Judgement may assume ""her Seat, the Mind""",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""judge"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12441,4717
"A Chieftain, who precipitates my Praise,
With Virgil's Genius, tho but Lucan's Days,
Behold. O! Youth, if into Fate I see,
Another Dryden[1] shall arise in thee.
Born to add Glory to thy native Land,
Thy early Virtues now our Hearts command:
Let Malice throw her feeble Darts in vain,
By thee retorted only with Disdain,
Still shalt thou give her Reason to repine,
And to the Eye of Judgement ever shine:
Thee in thy Works shall Men unborn adore,
And call the Genius of pass'd Ages Moore.
",2009-09-14 19:36:59 UTC,"A poet may ""to the Eye of Judgement ever shine""",2004-09-01 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Eye,"",HDIS,12442,4717