work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6212,"",HDIS,2003-09-26 00:00:00 UTC,"Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming nigh
His nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness--to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
(ll. 1-14, p. 176-7)
",2009-12-02,16454,•Ive included the entire poem
•First published in Leigh Hunt's Literary Pocket-Book for 1819 (1818).
•And should each season get an entry? REVISIT.
•I've added this entry for Autumn...
,"""His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings / He furleth close.""","",2009-12-02 19:42:22 UTC,""