work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,"EGBERT.
How do rude passions the fair minddestroy,
Bestow'd by Heaven from the all-perfect source!
This Gondibert would once have shrunk from vice,
As the chaste plant that bears no mortal touch.
From infancy I've watch'd his springing virtues;
Seen him beat back misfortunes when they clung,
Like wary Cowards, on each other's skirts;
And bear, with fortitude, Affliction's stripes.
But now, unhallow'd Love the pile destroys;
And Vice will triumph o'er the noble ruin.

Still must I save him. If one spark of virtue
Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven!
To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!

(p. 21)",,23611,"","""If one spark of virtue / Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven! / To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!""","",2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,""