id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text 16209,•Scattered across the stanza. I have pieced together a slightly extended metaphor. ,Reading,"",2003-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,,6150,"","",2009-09-14 19:46:03 UTC,The thought may be feasted and the mind filled with sweet sensations,"I turn from scenes domestic, feast my thought
Again upon the view the placid ocean
In beauteous breadth expands around the dome.
Ah! 'tis all rapture! Whether glides the eye
O'er the smooth acclivities with harvest swelling,
Or rests upon the white receding sails,
Which on th' horizon's utmost verge appear
But flitting butterflies escaped from shore,
Where'er my view doth glance, my mind is filled
With all the sweet sensations
of the Muse:
All, all around is bliss--the bliss of Taste!
(ll. 30-79, pp. 395-6)"