work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5780,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"The sons of Europe found a guileless race,
No fraud was veiled beneath the smiling face;
Their manners, mild, benevolent, and kind,
Pourtrayed the cloudless sunshine of the mind:
Bless'd in their Prince's patriarchal reign,
Whose power relieved, but ne'er inflicted pain,
Their placid lives no fancy'd evils knew;
Their joys were many, and their wants were few.
One custom with their virtues ill agreed,
Which made Humanity with anguish bleed;
Compelled at Superstition's shrine to bow,
The hapless victims of a cruel vow!
Their sweetest maids were often doomed to prove,
No joy in friendship, nor no bliss in love!
Yet love and nature cannot be supprest,
The sigh will heave, and palpitate the breast;
For spite of vows, which Heaven's wise laws disown,
Love sits triumphant on the heart--his throne!
And breaks those fetters bigots would impose,
To aggravate the sense of human woes!",2011-06-26,15425,"","""Love sits triumphant on the heart--his throne! / And breaks those fetters bigots would impose, / To aggravate the sense of human woes!""",Fetters,2011-05-27 14:14:23 UTC,Front Matter
5780,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"The rigid laws of time, and place, our bard,
In this night's drama, ventures to discard:
If here he errs--he errs with him whose name,
Stands without rival on the rolls of Fame;
Him whom the passions own with one accord,
Their Great Dictator, and despotic Lord!
Who placed aloft on Inspiration's throne,
Made Fancy's magic kingdom all his own,
Burst from the trammels which his muse confined,
And poured the wealth of his exhaustless mind!
Though Shakspeare's flight no mortal shall pursue--
Columbus' story patronized by you,
Will yield an off'ring, grateful to his dust--
A British laurel on a hero's bust!",,15460,"","Shakespeare ""placed aloft on Inspiration's throne, / Made Fancy's magic kingdom all his own, / Burst from the trammels which his muse confined, / And poured the wealth of his exhaustless mind!""","",2009-09-14 19:43:42 UTC,Front Matter