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
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  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.)",""