work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6050,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,"HONORIA
O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope
Dazzles my aching senses, and I start
As from a dream of horror, where the brain,
Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire,
Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!
Now, gentle Agnes! seek my Alferenzi!
Tell him, the gloom that hides a maiden's blush
Presents no terror to the spotless soul!
Guilt fears the witching hour of spectred night,
When on the murd'rers front the starting drop
Sits like the dew upon the pois'nous toad!
But virtue, guided by its own pure ray,
Treads the rude path, undaunted and secure.
Now to thy task, and may the pow'rs of pity
Guard thee from every ill! I will away,
And in my prison chamber wait thy signal.",2012-01-09,16056,"","""O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope / Dazzles my aching senses, and I start / As from a dream of horror, where the brain, / Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire / Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!""",Impressions,2012-01-09 18:21:37 UTC,""
7660,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,"BELVILLE
I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart. My chearfulness has left me, and I am grown insensible even to the delicious plea|sure of making those happy who depend on my pro|tection.
AIR.
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes,
How peaceful pass'd the joyous day!
In rural sports I gain'd the prize,
Each virgin listen'd to my lay.
But now no more I touch the lyre,
No more the rustic sport can please;
I live the slave of fond desire,
Lost to myself, to mirth, and ease.
The tree that in a happier hour
It's boughs extended o'er the plain,
When blasted by the lightning's power,
Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain.
(p. 26)",,22613,"","""I tremble at the impression this lovely girl has made upon my heart.""",Impressions,2013-08-28 02:50:15 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,"EGBERT.
I fear not
Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die,
If, dying, on your mind I can impress
Just horror for the--
(p. 66)",,23619,"","""I fear not / Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die, / If, dying, on your mind I can impress / Just horror for the--""",Impressions,2014-03-12 04:41:58 UTC,""