text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
" Duet.
""O Fortune, if by thy command
We founder'd on this coast,
Redeem us from this barb'rous land,
And give us what we lost.
The wretch, that pines for sordid gain,
May ransack earth and sea,
But what is wealth amass'd with pain,
And loss of liberty?
Amid the many restless scenes,
Thro' which we mortals toil,
One ruling passion intervenes,
The love of native soil.
So dear to memory, e'en in death,
The spot, that gave us birth,
In our last moments we bequeath
Our bones to parent earth.""
",2009-09-14 19:45:45 UTC,Love of native soil is a ruling passion that may intervene in restless scenes,2004-05-28 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene ii",Ruling Passion,,"","","Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",16104,6084
"And now our Prologue speaks--In former days
Prologues were abstracts of their several Plays;
But now, like guilty men, who dread their doom,
We talk of every thing but what's to come.
As for our Fable, little I'll unfold;
For out of little much cannot be told.
'Tis but one species in the wide extent
Of prejudice, at which our shaft is sent,
'Tis but this simple lesson of the heart--
Judge not the Man by his exterior part:
Virtue's strong root in every soil will grow,
Rich ores lie buried under piles of snow.
",2009-09-14 19:45:45 UTC,"""Judge not the Man by his exterior part: / Virtue's strong root in every soil will grow, / Rich ores lie buried under piles of snow""",2004-11-15 00:00:00 UTC,Front Matter,Inner and Outer,,"",•This is invisible to my protocol (although I found it searching heart...). I've included twice: Garden and Mineral.,Searching HDIS,16106,6084