work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 7839,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 16:27:36 UTC,"ABRA.
Wake my Harp! to melting Measures,
Pour thy softest, sweetest Treasures,
Such as lift the Thoughts on high;
'Till the rapt Soul, Earth forsaking,
Heaven-ward it's Flight is taking,
On the Wings of Harmony.
(I.i, p. 4)",,23643,"","""Wake my Harp! to melting Measures, / Pour thy softest, sweetest Treasures, / Such as lift the Thoughts on high; / 'Till the rapt Soul, Earth forsaking, / Heaven-ward it's Flight is taking, / On the Wings of Harmony.""","",2014-03-12 16:27:36 UTC,"Act I, scene i"