text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast,
He moves as light as fleeting Wind,
His former Sorrows seem a Jest,
Now when his Jeanie is turn'd kind:
Riches he looks on with Disdain,
The glorious Fields of War look mean,
The chearful Hound and Horn give Pain,
If absent from his bonny Jean.",2012-01-06 21:07:23 UTC,"""A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast.""",2006-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,Scot Songs,"",,Inhabitants,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""crowd"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11259,4320