work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 7411,"",Reading,2013-06-12 16:08:02 UTC,"Whence, then, those thoughts? those towering thoughts that flew
Such monstrous heights?--From instinct and from pride.
The glorious instinct of a deathless soul,
Confusedly conscious of her dignity,
Suggested truths they could not understand.
In Lust's dominion, and in Passion's storm,
Truth's system broken, scatter'd fragments lay:
(As light in chaos, glimmering through the gloom:)

Smit with the pomp of lofty sentiments,
Pleased Pride proclaim'd what Reason disbelieved.
Pride, like the Delphic priestess, with a swell,
Raved nonsense, destined to be future sense,
When life immortal in full day should shine,
And death's dark shadows fly the gospel sun.
They spoke what nothing but immortal souls
Could speak; and thus the truth they question'd, proved.
(ll. 585-600, pp. 193-4 in CUP edition)",,20573,"","""In Lust's dominion, and in Passion's storm, / Truth's system broken, scatter'd fragments lay: / (As light in chaos, glimmering through the gloom).""","",2013-06-12 17:27:01 UTC,Night the Seventh