theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
"","""Jove with a nod may bid the world to rest, / But Serenissa must becalm her breast.""",4237,"",Reading,11025,2003-12-03 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:35:29 UTC,,"","As gods sometimes descend from heav'n and deign
On earth a while with mortals to remain,
So gentle sleep from Serenissa flies,
To dwell at last upon her lover's eyes.
That god's indulgence can she justly crave,
Who flies the tyrant to relieve the slave?
Or should those eyes alone that rest enjoy,
Which in all others they themselves destroy?
Let her whom fear denies repose to take,
Think for her lovewhat crowds of wretches wake.
So us'd to sighs, so long inur'd to tears,
Are winds and tempests dreadful to her ears?
Jove with a nod may bid the world to rest,
But Serenissa must becalm her breast.
(ll. 1-14, p. 3)",II. Of the Lady Who Could Not Sleep in a Stormy Night
"","""The nymph her graces here express'd may find, / And by this picture learn to dress her mind.""",4237,"",Reading,11026,2003-12-03 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:35:29 UTC,2008-12-03,"","The nymph her graces here express'd may find,
And by this picture learn to dress her mind;
For here no frowns make tender love afraid,
Soft looks of mercy grace the flatt'ring shade,
And, while we gaze, the gracious form appears
T'approve our passion and forbid our fears.
Narcissus here a different fate had prov'd,
Whose bright resemblance by himself was lov'd;
Had he but once this fairer shade descry'd,
Not for his own, but hers, the youth had dy'd.
(ll. 1-10, p. 4)",III. Of Her Picture