updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary 2013-10-14 00:12:19 UTC,22971,"Behold, he wakes, and here with Transport flies;
What streaming Glories sparkle from his Eyes:
Oh, turn them from me, hide their beauteous Beams;
The Sun with less refulgent Brightness gleams:
Do not such sweet, such magick Rays dispence,
Like pow'rful Sweets they overcome my Sense;
Oh, set me, as a Seal upon thy Heart,
Mark'd for my own, I claim the smallest Part
;
Shou'dst Thou (but sure the wounding Thought is vain)
For any other lovely Maid complain;
Take from me, Heav'n, the fleeting Breath you gave,
For Love's as strong as Death, and pow'rful as the Grave.
(p. 6)","","""Oh, set me, as a Seal upon thy Heart, / Mark'd for my own, I claim the smallest Part.""",7716,,ECCO-TCP,2013-10-14 00:12:19 UTC,"","",Impressions