work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5896,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-10 00:00:00 UTC,"Ven.
Chang'd as he was, the youth repair'd to Lesbos,
Where Sappho saw, and, need I add, ador'd him.
For, Cupid, well thou know'st, the tender soul,
That Poesy inspires, is very wax
To Beauty's piercing ray: the blooming boy,
More raptur'd with her lyre than with her form,
Feign'd real passion; swore eternal truth.
Yet scarce the waning moon had heard his vows,
Ere all those vows were broke, and perjur'd Phaon
Parted for Sicily; where now he reigns
Here like ourselves, my Son, all-absolute,
Conquering each heart he lists, nor needs thy shafts
To aid his victories.
",,15654,"","A boy with the the divine gift of beauty may conquer ""each heart he lists"" nor needs Cupid's ""shafts to aid his victories""","",2009-09-14 19:44:14 UTC,""
5896,"","Searching ""wax"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Ven.
Chang'd as he was, the youth repair'd to Lesbos,
Where Sappho saw, and, need I add, ador'd him.
For, Cupid, well thou know'st, the tender soul,
That Poesy inspires, is very wax
To Beauty's piercing ray: the blooming boy,
More raptur'd with her lyre than with her form,
Feign'd real passion; swore eternal truth.
Yet scarce the waning moon had heard his vows,
Ere all those vows were broke, and perjur'd Phaon
Parted for Sicily; where now he reigns
Here like ourselves, my Son, all-absolute,
Conquering each heart he lists, nor needs thy shafts
To aid his victories.
",,15655,"",""" For, Cupid, well thou know'st, the tender soul, / That Poesy inspires, is very wax / To Beauty's piercing ray""","",2009-09-14 19:44:14 UTC,""
5896,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Ag.
Behold his fate, and tremble, ye that dare
To break those chaste and sanctimonious vows,
This deity approves. But see, what light
Sudden and dazzling sparkles from his symbol!
Behold! it moves; it shakes its saffron robe;
In gentle guise it waves its lambent torch;
It speaks.
[The Statue of Hymen during this speech appears animated by degrees, and then utters the following words in accompanying Recitative.
Mortals! to you 'tis given to view,
In bright ideal portraiture, the scene
Now passing at Leucate; mark it well,
And stamp the awful moral on your souls.
",,15656,"","""[M]ark it well, / And stamp the awful moral on your souls""","",2009-09-14 19:44:15 UTC,""