work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6982,"",Reading,2011-06-25 03:52:06 UTC,"""Let those, whose arts to fatal paths betray,
""The soul with passion's gloom tempestuous blind,
""And snatch from Reason's ken th'auspicious ray
""Truth darts from Heaven to guide th'exploring mind.
(p. 15)",,18815,"","""Let those, whose arts to fatal paths betray, / The soul with passion's gloom tempestuous blind, / And snatch from Reason's ken th'auspicious ray / Truth darts from Heaven to guide th'exploring mind.""","",2011-06-25 03:52:06 UTC,""
7499,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-02 15:35:19 UTC,"XL
'Fancy enervates, while it sooths, the heart,
'And, while it dazzles, wounds the mental sight:
'To joy each heightening charm it can impart,
'But wraps the hour of wo in tenfold night.
'And often, where no real ills affright,
'Its visionary fiends, an endless train,
'Assail with equal or superior might,
'And through the throbbing heart, and dizzy brain,
'And shivering nerves, shoot stings of more than mortal pain.
(Bk II, p. 36, ll. 352-60)",,21407,"","""'Fancy enervates, while it sooths, the heart, / 'And, while it dazzles, wounds the mental sight: / 'To joy each heightening charm it can impart, / 'But wraps the hour of wo in tenfold night.""","",2013-07-02 15:35:19 UTC,Book II
7499,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-02 15:39:23 UTC,"XLVI
'And Reason now through Number, Time, and Space,
'Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye,
'And learns, from facts compared, the laws to trace,
'Whose long progression leads to Deity.
'Can mortal strength presume to soar so high!
'Can mortal sight, so oft bedim'd with tears,
'Such glory bear!---for lo, the shadows fly
'From nature's face; Confusion disappears,
'And order charms the eyes, and harmony the ears.
(Bk II, p. 39, ll. 406-414)",,21410,"","""And Reason now through Number, Time, and Space, / 'Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye, / 'And learns, from facts compared, the laws to trace, / 'Whose long progression leads to Deity.""",Eye,2013-07-02 15:39:23 UTC,Book II
7501,"",C-H Lion (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,2013-07-02 15:55:06 UTC,"Mild, as the strains, that, at the close of day,
Warbling remote, along the vales decay!---
Yet, why with these compared? What tints so fine,
What sweetness, mildness, can be match'd with thine?
Why roam abroad? Since still, to Fancy's eyes,
I see, I see thy lovely form arise.
Still let me gaze, and every care beguile,
Gaze on that cheek, where all the Graces smile;
That soul-expressing eye, benignly bright,
Where meekness beams ineffable delight;
That brow, where Wisdom sits enthroned serene,
Each feature forms, and dignifies the mien:
Still let me listen, while her words impart
The sweet effusions of the blameless heart,
Till all my soul, each tumult charm'd away,
Yields, gently led, to Virtue's easy sway.
(p. 50, ll. 27-42; cf. p. 42 in 1760 ed.)",,21416,"","""Why roam abroad? Since still, to Fancy's eyes, / I see, I see thy lovely form arise.""","",2014-03-10 21:56:35 UTC,""