updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary 2009-09-14 19:45:35 UTC,16063," --Rapt in thought, that bids thee rise
In all thy forms before mine eyes,
I glow with joy to see thee come
In rosy health and youthful bloom:
And now, cold horror trembles o'er my soul,
When thou in blank uncertainty array'd,
With iron-hearted deaf control
Throw'st all around thy awful, dubious shade
.","","""And now, cold horror trembles o'er my soul, / When thou in blank uncertainty array'd, / With iron-hearted deaf control / Throw'st all around thy awful, dubious shade""",6065,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"",Odes,Metal