work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6968,"",Reading,2011-06-23 17:22:01 UTC,"Oft has the wintry blast deformed the year,
And Zephyr oft restored the vernal bloom,
Florio! Since first I breathed the sigh sincere,
And twin’d the cypress garland round thy tomb.
Tho’ long composed thy peaceful ashes sleep
In worlds remote beneath the Southern pole;
Nor wide stretched lands, nor interposing deep,
Can check the progess of th’ unfetter’d soul.
(pp. 47-8)",,18786,"","""Nor wide stretched lands, nor interposing deep, / Can check the progess of th’ unfetter’d soul.""",Fetters,2011-06-23 17:22:01 UTC,""
7167,"","Searching ""chain"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-12 04:00:53 UTC," ""Dost thou not see,--or art thou blind with age,--
How many Graces on her eyelids sit,
Linking those viewless chains that bind the soul,
And sharpening smooth discourse with pointed wit;
How many where she moves attendant wait,
The slow smooth step inspire, or high commanding gait?",,19448,"","""Dost thou not see,--or art thou blind with age,-- / How many Graces on her eyelids sit, / Linking those viewless chains that bind the soul, / And sharpening smooth discourse with pointed wit.""",Fetters,2012-01-12 04:01:12 UTC,""