work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6064,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"When Churchill enter'd on the critic war,
With thunder clothing his loud-crushing car;
Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart,
And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart;
With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd;
And, on his burnish'd armour, Genius beam'd:
Meanwhile, th' illumin'd spirit, from her throne
Beheld his course, and ""mark'd him for her own.""",,16062,"","""Tho' party-zeal inflam'd his iron heart, / And prejudice sharp pointed ev'ry dart; / With glowing thoughts, his mind profusely teem'd.""",Metal,2013-10-12 03:43:24 UTC,""
6147,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""lamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-19 00:00:00 UTC,"Let none imagine Grace, that sainted fair,
Descends from Heav'n to lull the sons of care:
Though Grace sits brooding o'er th' obedient soil,
Assiduous duty still demands our toil:
Nor must the cultivator e'er refuse
To watch the flow'rs enrich'd with heav'nly dews,
And with those flow'rs, by gales celestial fann'd,
Form his own garland with a trembling hand.
Though age, the night of life, around me glooms,
The soul, a cheering lamp, the scene illumes,
Fed with the splendour of ethereal rays,
And bright'ning still, as still the frame decays:
Tremendous Death! is this thy conq'ring hour?
This thy full effort of tyrannic pow'r?
The frail, the mould'ring casket is thy prey,
The jewel glitters in immortal day.",,16208,"","""The soul, a cheering lamp, the scene illumes, / Fed with the splendour of ethereal rays, / And bright'ning still, as still the frame decays""","",2009-09-14 19:46:02 UTC,""