work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 3628,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""throne"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Be gon! Thou Fatal Feaver! from me, now be gone!
Let Love alone!
Let his Ætherial flames, possess my Breast!
The fires, of thy consuming heat, no ayd requires,
But swift Desires,
Transport my
passions, to a Throne of Rest
Where I, who in the pride of health, could never feel,
Such warmth to move.
By Sickness tam'd,
A'm so Enflam'd,
I fee'le, noe joy, but Love.
And he, who trifled many tedious hours away
My Love to trye.
In little space,
Hath gain'd the Grace,
To have more power, then I.",,9418,"","""But swift Desires, / Transport my passions, to a Throne of Rest""","",2009-09-14 19:34:12 UTC,""