theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context "",""" And now these Dæmons of the captive mind / Him to the drery Cave of Discontent resignd""",5842,Metal,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15571,2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:44:00 UTC,,""," On Dissipation still this Treachor waits,
Obsequiously behind at distance due;
And still to Discontents accurse gates,
The House of Sorrow, these ungodlie Two,
Conduct their fainty thralls--Great things to do
The Knight resolvd, but never yet could find
The proper time, while still his miseries grew:
And now these Dæmons of the captive mind
Him to the drery Cave of Discontent resignd
,

Deep in the wyldes of Faerie Lond it lay;
Wide was the mouth, the roofe all rudely rent;
Some parts receive, and some exclude the Day,
For deepe beneath the hill its caverns went:
The ragged walls with lightning seemd ybrent,
And loathlie vermin ever crept the flore:
Yet all in sight, with towres and castles gent,
A beauteous lawnskepe rose afore the dore,
The which to view so fayre the Captives grieved sore.",""