text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Behold lovely Westmorland leads the gay throng,
Herself by the graces led calmly along;
With a bosom of innocence easily hit
By the nice ball of humour or arrow of wit;
With a mind which when tragical sorrows appear
Rushes up to her eye, and descends in a tear
.
Divine Sensibility! widely impart
Thy fibres of feeling, and live in each heart!
Where Misery stalks in her garment of woe,
Oh! bid the rich flood of humanity flow;
When Sorrow more secret retires to her shed,
Oh! hasten with comforts to pillow her head;--
It is thus we should act thro' life's perilous scene--
Thus Westmorland proves she is really a queen.",2013-05-16 22:39:02 UTC,"""Behold lovely Westmorland leads the gay throng, / Herself by the graces led calmly along; / With a bosom of innocence easily hit / By the nice ball of humour or arrow of wit; / With a mind which when tragical sorrows appear / Rushes up to her eye, and descends in a tear.""",2013-05-16 22:39:02 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading at the Folger,20208,7392