text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "I'm incorrect: the learnèd say
That I write well, but not their way.
For this to every star I bend:
From their dull method heaven defend,
Who labour up the hill of fame,
And pant and struggle for a name!
My free-born thoughts I'll not confine,
Though all Parnassus could be mine.

No let my genius have its way,
My genius I will still obey:
Nor with their stupid rules control
The sacred pulse that beats within my soul.
(ll. 1-12, p. 146)",2014-08-19 21:27:04 UTC,"""My free-born thoughts I'll not confine, / Though all Parnassus could be mine.""",2009-09-14 19:36:23 UTC,Opening lines.,"",2003-10-22,Empire and Inhabitants,"",Reading,11905,4528