updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary 2009-09-14 19:43:57 UTC,15552,"Again Life's tempest beaten ocean roar'd,
And round thy head the mists of Faction pour'd;
Dark lower'd the storm; but Heaven's own light rose mild,
And rescued Honour on thy death-bed smiled[1],
Soft shedding peaceful joy; the blissful sign,
That Heaven's forgiveness and its balm were thine.
","",The mists of faction may pour around one's head,5831,,"Searching ""faction"" and ""head"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-24 00:00:00 UTC,"","",""