work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7365,Dualism,Searching in HDIS,2013-03-23 20:18:37 UTC,"In England then landed the forlorn wanderer. She looked round for some few moments---her affections were not attracted to any particular part of the Island. She knew none of the inhabitants of the vast city to which she was going: the mass of buildings appeared to her a huge body without an informing soul. As she passed through the streets in an hackney-coach, disgust and horror alternately filled her mind. She met some women drunk; and the manners of those who attacked the sailors, made her shrink into herself, and exclaim, are these my fellow creatures!
(p. 131)",,20054,INTEREST,"""She knew none of the inhabitants of the vast city to which she was going: the mass of buildings appeared to her a huge body without an informing soul.""","",2013-03-23 20:18:37 UTC,Chapter XXII
7427,"",Reading,2013-06-13 15:44:01 UTC,"Sonnet XLV.
On Leaving Part of Sussex
Farewel Aruna!--on whose varied shore
My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine,
When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine,
And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore
Too many sorrows! Sighing I resign
Thy solitary beauties--and no more
Or on thy rocks, or in thy woods recline,
Or on the heath, by moon-light lingering, pore
On air-drawn phantoms--While in Fancy's ear
As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell,
The Enthusiast of the Lyre, who wander'd here,
Seems yet to strike his visionary shell,
Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear
Or wake wild frenzy--from her hideous cell!",,20617,"","""While in Fancy's ear / As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell, / The Enthusiast of the Lyre, who wander'd here, / Seems yet to strike his visionary shell, / Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear / Or wake wild frenzy--from her hideous cell!""","",2013-06-13 15:44:01 UTC,""