text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"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.
",2009-09-14 19:43:57 UTC,The mists of faction may pour around one's head,2004-08-24 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""faction"" and ""head"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15552,5831
"""What numerous ills in life befall!
""Yet Wisdom learns to scorn them all,
""And arms the breast with steel:
""E'en Death's pale face no horror wears;
""But ah! what horrid pangs and fears
""Unknowing wretches feel!",2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,"""'What numerous ills in life befall! / 'Yet Wisdom learns to scorn them all, / 'And arms the breast with steel""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15568,5839
" On Dissipation still this Treachor waits,
Obsequiously behind at distance due;
And still to Discontents accurse gates,
The House of Sorrow, these ungodlie Two,
Conduct their fainty thralls--Great things to do
The Knight resolvd, but never yet could find
The proper time, while still his miseries grew:
And now these Dæmons of the captive mind
Him to the drery Cave of Discontent resignd,
Deep in the wyldes of Faerie Lond it lay;
Wide was the mouth, the roofe all rudely rent;
Some parts receive, and some exclude the Day,
For deepe beneath the hill its caverns went:
The ragged walls with lightning seemd ybrent,
And loathlie vermin ever crept the flore:
Yet all in sight, with towres and castles gent,
A beauteous lawnskepe rose afore the dore,
The which to view so fayre the Captives grieved sore.",2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,""" And now these Dæmons of the captive mind / Him to the drery Cave of Discontent resignd""",2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15571,5842