text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Ceas'd her sweet voice;--applauses loud
Re-thunder through the charmed crowd.
They die away;--and many a strain
Alternate raise the maiden train.
Those airs a Ramsay's pipe had blown,
Those raptures that a Burns had known,
Here, true to nature's feelings, find
A living mirror in each mind.

Last Jessy, ask'd by all the train,
Awak'd thy lovely Flower, Dumblane!
On the sweet air attention hung,
And when she ceas'd applauses rung.",2009-09-14 19:46:39 UTC,"""Here, true to nature's feelings, find / A living mirror in each mind.""",2005-10-23 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16363,6185