id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text 16348,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,,6176,"","",2009-09-14 19:46:36 UTC,"""Strait to her chamber, yester-eve, / Had she retreated from the cave, / And, wildering in a maze of thought, / Fear'd every hour with danger fraught""","Not thus had Isabel her love
Murmur'd to the laughing grove.
Strait to her chamber, yester-eve,
Had she retreated from the cave,
And, wildering in a maze of thought,
Fear'd every hour with danger fraught
.
Nor could she from that maze escape,
Pursu'd by many a hideous shape;
When Jesse, fast as words could speak,
Told eager, how a fair young Greek,
A Palmer, and a reverend Friar
Had thither come in strange attire;
Said, she had seldom seen resort
To old Cotehele, from far or near,
A guest of such a noble port
As he who did the turban wear!
But little had poor Isabel
Heeded what flippant tongue would tell.
"