work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 7408,"",Reading,2013-06-11 17:47:35 UTC,"In spite of all the truths the Muse has sung,
Ne'er to be prized enough, enough revolved!
Are there who wrap the world so close about them,
They see no farther than the clouds; and dance
On heedless Vanity's fantastic toe,
Till, stumbling at a straw, in their career,
Headlong they plunge, where end both dance and song?
Are there, Lorenzo? is it possible?
Are there on earth (let me not call them men)
Who lodge a soul immortal in their breasts;
Unconscious as the mountain of its ore;
Or rock, of its inestimable gem?
When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, these
Shall know their treasure; treasure then no more
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(ll. 620-633, pp. 164-5 in CUP edition)",,20527,"","""Are there on earth (let me not call them men) / Who lodge a soul immortal in their breasts; / Unconscious as the mountain of its ore; / Or rock, of its inestimable gem? / When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, these / Shall know their treasure; treasure then no more.",Coinage and Metal,2013-06-11 17:47:35 UTC,Night the Sixth