text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"When unto such a Maid has given her Heart,
And said, Alone my Happiness thou art,
In thee and in thy Truth I place my Rest.
Her sad Surprize how can it be exprest,
When all on which she built her Joy she finds,
Vanish, like Clouds, disperst before the Winds;
Her self, who th' adored Idol wont to be,
A poor despis'd Idolater to see?
Regardless Tears she may profusely spend,
Unpitty'd sighs her tender Breast may rend:
But the false Image she will ne're erace,
Though far unworthy still to hold its place:
So hard it is, even Wiser grown, to take
Th' Impression out, which Fancy once did make.
Believe me Nymphs, believe my hoary hairs,
Truth and Experience waits on many years.
",2011-11-24 18:55:37 UTC,"""But the false Image she will ne're erace, / Though far unworthy still to hold its place: / So hard it is, even Wiser grown, to take / Th' Impression out, which Fancy once did make.""",2005-05-20 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Impression,"","Searching ""impression"" and ""fancy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9840,3820
"First from a Cloud, that Heaven all o'recast,
With glance so swift the subtle Lightning past
As split the Sail-Yards; trembling, and half Dead
Each thought the blow was level'd at his Head:
The flaming Shrouds so dreadful did appear,
All judg'd a wreck cou'd no proportion bear.
So Fancy paints, so does the Poet write,
When he wou'd work a Tempest to the height.
This danger past, a second does succeed;
Again with pity, and attention heed:
No less this second, tho' of diff'rent kind;
Such as, in Isis Temple, you may find
On votive Tablets, to the Life pourtray'd;
Where Painters are employ'd, and earn their Bread.
What Painters in their liveli'st Draughts express,
May be a Copy of my Friend's distress. [...]
(p. 242, ll. 27-42)",2013-07-11 14:45:36 UTC,"""So Fancy paints, so does the Poet write, / When he wou'd work a Tempest to the height.""",2013-07-11 14:45:36 UTC,"","",,"","",Browsing in EEBO,21641,7531