updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary 2013-11-11 05:20:46 UTC,14964,"See, while the sun gilds, with his golden beam,
Yon' distant pile, which Hyde, with care refin'd,
From plunder guards, its form how beautiful!
Anon some cloud his radiance intercepts,
And all the splendid object fades away.
Or, if some incrustation o'er the sight
Its baleful texture spread, like a clear lens,
With filth obscur'd! no more the sensory,
Thro' the thick film, imbibes the chearful day,
'But cloud instead, and ever-during night
Surround it.' So, when on some weighty truth
A beam of heav'nly light its lustre sheds,
To Reason's eye it looks supremely fair.
But if foul Passion, or distemper'd Pride,
Impede its search, or Phrenzy seize the brain,
Then Ignorance a gloomy darkness spreads,
Or Superstition, with mishapen forms,
Erects its savage empire in the mind.
","","""But if foul Passion, or distemper'd Pride, / Impede its search, or Phrenzy seize the brain, / Then Ignorance a gloomy darkness spreads, / Or Superstition, with mishapen forms, / Erects its savage empire in the mind.""",5598,,"Searching ""mind"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,CONFIRMED in ECCO 1767.,"",Empire