text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"In Heav'n's kind Ear, I lodg'd th'accepted Pray'r:
(Still reigns my Marlbro's living Influence there!)
Walking, with Seraph Pow'rs, th'eternal Round,
Th'immortal Captain caught th'imploring Sound:
Where, on War's Theme, with Michael, he conferr'd,
And Cæsar's silent Soul, attentive, heard.
Strait, from unbounded Voids of azure Light,
Where Spirits, freed from Flesh, and bleach'd from Night,
Gliding, from Sun to Sun, new Worlds survey,
That roll, by Millions, and adorn their Way:
Th'all-rev'renc'd Leader call'd a wily Mind,
That left all Tinge of bodied Flegm behind;
One, that had Popes and Jesuits Ardour fir'd;
And slow-soul'd Mufties solemn Spleens inspir'd:
Now, stript and naked, skimm'd th'eternal Space,
Anxious for Office, and in Wait, for Place.
Go, cry'd the Voice Seraphic, faithful! try'd!--
In Fleury's brainy Cells, thy Entrance hide:
Heedful attend, where Thought's dim Embryos lie:
Fan the speck'd Fire--but bend its Flame awry.
Lure him th'Effects of pow'rful Wealth to dread:
And to try'd Traffick turn the Frenchman's Head.",2009-09-14 19:37:04 UTC,"A disembodied mind may ""In Fleury's brainy Cells, [its] Entrance hide: / Heedful attend, where Thought's dim Embryos lie: / Fan the speck'd Fire--but bend its Flame awry.",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Rooms,•I've included twice: Cell and Embryo,"Searching ""cell"" and ""brain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12514,4736
"Life makes the soul dependent on the dust;
Death gives her wings to mount above the spheres.
Through chinks, styled organs, dim Life peeps at light;
Death bursts the' involving cloud, and all is day;
All eye, all ear, the disembodied power.
Death has feign'd evils Nature shall not feel
Life, ills substantial, Wisdom cannot shun.
Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven,
By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd?
By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified?
Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul.
(ll. 448-458, pp. 84-5)",2013-06-06 14:20:45 UTC,"""Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven, / By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd? / By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified? / Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul.""",2013-06-06 14:19:19 UTC,Night the Third,"",,Rooms and Throne,"",Reading,20430,7401
"Sonnet XLV.
On Leaving Part of Sussex
Farewel Aruna!--on whose varied shore
My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine,
When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine,
And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore
Too many sorrows! Sighing I resign
Thy solitary beauties--and no more
Or on thy rocks, or in thy woods recline,
Or on the heath, by moon-light lingering, pore
On air-drawn phantoms--While in Fancy's ear
As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell,
The Enthusiast of the Lyre, who wander'd here,
Seems yet to strike his visionary shell,
Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear
Or wake wild frenzy--from her hideous cell!",2013-06-13 15:44:01 UTC,"""While in Fancy's ear / As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell, / The Enthusiast of the Lyre, who wander'd here, / Seems yet to strike his visionary shell, / Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear / Or wake wild frenzy--from her hideous cell!""",2013-06-13 15:44:01 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,20617,7427