theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""That the young sorcerer's fatal hand / Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie.""",5391,Fetters,Searching in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,14478,2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC,2014-03-07 20:02:45 UTC,2011-06-26,VARIANT TEXT.,"I ask not, god of dreams, thy care
To banish Love's presentments fair:
Nor rosy cheek nor radiant eye
Can arm him with such influence bland
That the young sorcerer's fatal hand
Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie.
Nor yet the courtier's hope, the giving smile
(A lighter phantom, and a baser chain)
Did e'er in slumber my proud lyre beguile
To lend the pomp of thrones her ill-according strain.
(pp. 44-5; cf. variant text in 1772 ed.)",""