work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
6143,"","Reading Reisner, Thomas A. ""Tablua Rasa: Shelley's Metaphor of Mind."" Ariel IV.2 (197): 90-102. p. 91.",2006-10-03 00:00:00 UTC,"I have considered it in every possible light; and reason tells me that death is the boundary of the life of man, yet I feel, I believe in the direct contrary... The senses are the only inlets of knowledge, and there is an inward sense that had persuaded me of this.",,16199,"","""The senses are the only inlets of knowledge, and there is an inward sense that had persuaded me of this.""","",2009-09-14 19:46:01 UTC,""
6203,"","Reading Reisner, Thomas A. ""Tablua Rasa: Shelley's Metaphor of Mind."" Ariel IV.2 (197): 90-102. p. 98.",2006-10-03 00:00:00 UTC,"'""Disguise it not--ye blush for what ye hate,
And Enmity is sister unto Shame;
Look on your mind--it is the book of fate--
Ah! it is dark with many a blazoned name
Of misery--all are mirrors of the same;
But the dark fiend who with his iron pen
Dipped in scorn's fiery poison, makes his fame
Enduring there, would o'er the heads of men
Pass harmless, if they scorned to make their hearts his den.
(ll. 3370-8)",,16430,"","""But the dark fiend who with his iron pen / Dipped in scorn's fiery poison, makes his fame / Enduring there, would o'er the heads of men / Pass harmless, if they scorned to make their hearts his den.""","",2009-09-14 19:46:51 UTC,"Canto VII, Stanza 20"
6445,"",Reading,2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"
Nor let us weep that our delight is fled
Far from these carrion kites that scream below;
He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead;
Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now.
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow
Back to the burning fountain whence it came,
A portion of the Eternal, which must glow
Through time and change, unquenchably the same,
Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
",,17108,Hard to categorize: burning liquid?,"""Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow / Back to the burning fountain whence it came.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:04 UTC,Stanza 38
6445,"",Reading,2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"
Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet
To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned
Its charge to each; and if the seal is set,
Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind,
Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find
Thine own well full, if thou returnest home,
Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind
Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb.
What Adonais is, why fear we to become?