id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
22581,"",ECCO-TCP,"",2013-08-26 03:16:31 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:16:31 UTC,"""Alas, I saw you, my dearest Prince, and from that fatal Moment my Heart rebell'd against my Reason, and forced from me numberless Sighs.""","WHEN you appear'd before the Sultan loaded with Chains and in expectation of immediate Death, did you think you cou'd move any thing but Pity? You inspired at that Time more than you can imagine, Love hid in your Eyes, from a Captive render'd you a Conqueror. Alas, I saw you, my dearest Prince, and from that fatal Moment my Heart rebell'd against my Reason, and forced from me numberless Sighs. Methinks I see you; I imagine I speak to you; and all my Thoughts are of you. I almost persuade my self, that my Sentiments make a deep Impression on you, and that our Souls already united, flatter us with a perfect Felicity. But alas! that wou'd be too great a Happiness. I dare not hope nor even desire it, and shou'd sooner resolve upon Death, than make these Sentiments known to you, were not I persuaded you will never know who I am: And far from taking any Advantage of my Weakness, you will leave Nicopolis without seeing me. Oh! how unfortunate am I, to find Consolation in being distant from the Object I love! Consider this Extremity, and if you cannot love me because Unknown, at least do not refuse me your Pity. I assure you, it shall not prevail with me, for I will soon put it in your Power to leave this Place. I know your Ransom is not come with that of the Christian Prince, and that he is preparing to go without you: But do not afflict your self, all Things are possible to Love. Write to me to Morrow at the same Hour you receive this, convey it by the same Messenger to the Foot of the Tower, and learn betimes to be secret. Oh, of all Mortals you are the most amiable! Why have I seen you? And why must I never see you more?
(pp. 12-3)"
22582,"",ECCO-TCP,Impressions,2013-08-26 03:17:13 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:17:25 UTC,"""I must confess, said she, I am no ways alarm'd to hear of the Prince's Passion for a fine Woman, and am vain enough to flatter my self, that when he sees me I shall have it in my Power to deface the Impression she might have made on his Heart.""","Benavidez desired his Sister, by a private Note, not to neglect showing his Letter to Leonida, which she as exactly perform'd as he cou'd have wish'd. One Day as they were both taking the Air, Casilda told her, she had receiv'd a Letter from her Brother, wherein her Name was often mention'd. He has been some Time absent, said Leonida, does he not talk of returning soon. He is at present imploy'd in your Service (reply'd Casilda, maliciously) since he is consoling a Prince for whom you ought to be concern'd; and if you will promise me to be secret, I can tell you something in Confidence, that may be of Use to you. I know you are always diverting your self with one Raillery or other, said Leonida, (who really thought it was nothing but a Jest) nevertheless I promise you to be secret, if that will do. Take this Letter then and read it, reply'd Casilda, you will see I am in earnest, and that the Prince of Carency in giving you his Heart, will present you with nothing new. Leonida read with some kind of Eagerness, what Benavidez had written to his Sister; then looking on her smiling, I must confess, said she, I am no ways alarm'd to hear of the Prince's Passion for a fine Woman, and am vain enough to flatter my self, that when he sees me I shall have it in my Power to deface the Impression she might have made on his Heart; I am persuaded a dead Rival can prove no ways dangerous; and provided I have no other to fear, I dare be assur'd I shall live in perfect Tranquility.
(p. 47)"
22583,"More of these motion metaphors in the novel, but I haven't collected them.",ECCO-TCP,"",2013-08-26 03:18:32 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:18:32 UTC,"""I had but just cast my Eyes on the Picture, which was inclos'd, when I found such Motions in my Heart as surpriz'd me, being what I never felt before.""","As she had receiv'd no Hurt, she went up to the Queen, but appear'd so melancholy, that her Mother express'd much Concern. I was impatient to be alone, that I might see what was contain'd in the Case; but how can I tell you Brother, or at least in telling you, ought I not to dye with Shame? I had but just cast my Eyes on the Picture, which was inclos'd, when I found such Motions in my Heart as surpriz'd me, being what I never felt before. I was charm'd with the noble Air and Youth of a Gentleman, whose Features were so admirably well drawn, that I cou'd no ways doubt but it very much resembled the Person whom it was design'd for; I gaz'd at it with Delight, and, tho' unknown to me, I thought it was impossible to see any Thing more lovely. I did not consider at first, how dangerous my Curiosity might prove, so imploy'd some Hours in admiring this fatal Picture, whose Idea it was not in my Power to deface: It threw me into such Reflections as generally succeed excessive Transports. Oh! unhappy Casilda, cry'd I, what subtil Poison hath seiz'd thy Heart? Art thou so tired with thy Liberty, that thou must lose it this Day? I know not who this is that seems so Charming; I am well inform'd that he is in Love, and is belov'd, since Donna Blanca, who is so beautiful, is the Guardian of his Picture, which she show'd by her Uneasiness to be very dear to her. What hopes then can I have of any Relief, and to whom must I apply my self? Shou'd not my Birth and Modesty be sufficient to impose Silence on me? What! cou'd I pronounce the Word I love, and pronounce it in Favour of a Man, who knows not the Value of so great a Sacrifice: No, my Eyes shall sooner be Witness of my Rival's Victory, and I will die before I expose my self to the Shame, which must needs succeed such a Confession: But (said I a Minute after) is it possible that in such a little Time, Love cou'd have made so great a Progress? I am forc'd to lay a Command on my self, not to speak of my Weakness, and I have form'd a Rival without having a Lover.
(pp. 61-2)"
22584,"",ECCO-TCP,Empire,2013-08-26 03:19:10 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:19:10 UTC,"""I shall have made the Conquest of his Heart before ever my Rival can be able to come and dispute it with me.""","I did not give Don Henriquez Time to make me an Answer, but parted from him with so much Satisfaction, that I wou'd not have chang'd my Destiny for that of a Queen: My Mind was all that Night imploy'd on pleasing Ideas. Donna Blanca is sick and absent, thought I, and will not appear at Court of a long Time; it is possible her Sickness may deface her Charms, and a Mistress who is suspected to be inconstant, having lost that Attractive, will find it a hard matter to justify her self: Besides, I have admirably well succeeded in my Stratagem: Don Henriquez is inclin'd to like me, and thinks he has Cause enough to break off with her. What have I then to fear? I shall have made the Conquest of his Heart before ever my Rival can be able to come and dispute it with me.
(p. 70)"
22585,"",ECCO-TCP,Impressions,2013-08-26 03:19:50 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:19:50 UTC,"""How difficult a Task will it be, to make an Impression on that unpractis'd Heart?""","The Prince of Carency continued ill some time; and during his Illness, receiv'd daily Instances of the Generosity of these Ladies, particularly Felicia's obliging Behaviour to him (on all occasions) made him desirous to express his Gratitude. He began to think his Preservation was chiefly owing to her tender Care, and by Degrees fell desperately in Love, which threw into the following Reflections: How difficult a Task will it be, to make an Impression on that unpractis'd Heart? Her modest Looks, and the Blushes which cover her Cheeks, every time I cast my Eyes on her, evince how little she his acquainted with Love; and dare I flatter my self with succeeding in such an Attempt? No, I must not hope for so great a Favour from Fortune. I was belov'd at Nicopolis by a Person I never knew; I no sooner became Captive to the Charms of a Lady at Genoa, but Death snatch'd the dear Object from me; and lately as I arriv'd at Villa-Real with a Resolution to marry Leonida, I was inform'd of her Flight and Aversion to me. Alas! my unkind Stars were not satisfy'd to afflict me with all these Misfortunes. They have sent me a greater one; Leonora's Passion for me! Her desperate Rage caus'd me to be treated in this barbarous manner; and her Cruelty wou'd still threaten my Days with the greatest Dangers, were she inform'd that I had escap'd, and was now in this Place; but Oh! how can I resolve to leave Felicia, who is already more dear to me, than the Life I wou'd endeavour to preserve? All I can do in this distressed State, is to change my Name: I am inclin'd to believe, that as I was taken for the Count of La Vagne at Genoa, I may pass for the same here, where I am not known. If it be my good Fortune to render my Sentiments agreeable to this lovely Charmer, I shall never wish for a greater Blessing. I do not doubt but she has an Affection for her Sister, therefore I must address my self to her, and obtain Favour, if possible by her means. The Prince us'd often to entertain himself after this manner, betwixt Hope and Fear.
(pp. 105-6)"
22586,"",ECCO-TCP,"",2013-08-26 03:20:40 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:20:40 UTC,"""Oh Madam! cry'd the Count, (in a Rapture) judge better of a Man whom you have just loaded with your Favours, and do not suspect Ingratitude from a Heart, that bears your Image.""","She cou'd not help being very much surprized, when she saw the Count, who fell at her Feet without having power to speak one Word. He took her Hand and kiss'd it with such Transports, as express'd the Motions of his Soul. Felicia's disorder was not inferior to his. They looked at one another, as if they had met after a long Absence; at last the Count broke Silence: You have inspired me, Madam, said he, with a Passion so transcendent, that you must needs have perceived it in all my Actions, and I must confess, I thought you took some Pity on me, but I have too much Cause to believe the contrary, since your Looks express the utmost Indifference. Oh! judge how uneasy I am at this cruel Uncertainty. I now come to know my Fate, and conjure you, adorable Felicia, to tell me what I must expect. My Love is such, that nothing can ever make it change, and were I Sovereign of the Universe, I would lay it at your Feet: Here he was silent, and Felicia reply'd with as much Grace, as Modesty; My Concern was so great whilst you were speaking, my Lord, that I did not consider you were on your Knees. I beg you will rise if you are desirous I should say any thing to you. He obey'd her Commands, but fear'd to cast his Eyes on her, being like a Man, who expected to hear the Sentence of his Death. We are both in a disorder, said she, which we might have avoided, had you not spoke to me of your Passion. I must confess, my Lord, to my Shame, that the same Inclination which engag'd you to entertain me, has prevailed with me to hear you. What more can I say of my Weakness (continued she blushing?) I discovered part of your Sentiments, and endeavoured in vain to conceal mine. I had never lov'd any thing before, any my Stars have decreed you should become agreeable to me? yet do not think to take any Advantage from so sincere a Confession, since I declare my Mind this time, with a Resolution never to speak to you more; but without having a desire to penetrate into the Cause, I cannot help telling you the Fear I am in, of being made a Sacrifice to another, whom, perhaps, you might love better than me. Oh Madam! cry'd the Count, (in a Rapture) judge better of a Man whom you have just loaded with your Favours, and do not suspect Ingratitude from a Heart, that bears your Image; be assured, a Person who sighs for you, can never think of any other Object. What have not I to fear, reply'd she, from the Lady, whose Picture you so much esteem. That shall never give you the least trouble, said the amorous Count, (presenting it to her) here it is; keep it as an Evincement of my Fidelity. Felicia was touched at so great a Proof of his Passion, and express'd much Satisfaction in receiving it, then desired him to retire, apprehending, that his being up so long, might do him a Prejudice, and whatever Violence he did his Inclinations, he could not refuse obeying her.
(pp. 113-4)"
22587,"",ECCO-TCP,Impressions,2013-08-26 03:21:29 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:21:29 UTC,"""We us'd to see but little Company, according to the Custom of Spain; but my Father having receiv'd into his House a young Gentleman of a distinguish'd Family in Toledo, whose Name is Don Ramire of Castro, a secret Sympathy dispos'd his Heart and mine, to receive Impressions for each other.""","I Am born of a noble Family of Andalusia, where my Father had a good Estate, and marry'd a Lady, who brought him no Fortune; he was ever thought a gallant Man, and being bred up to the Sea from his Infancy, the King gave him a Ship of War; he has left two Daughters, my eldest Sister's Name is Mathilda, who is very handsom. We us'd to see but little Company, according to the Custom of Spain; but my Father having receiv'd into his House a young Gentleman of a distinguish'd Family in Toledo, whose Name is Don Ramire of Castro, a secret Sympathy dispos'd his Heart and mine, to receive Impressions for each other. I was pleas'd at his gentle Air, his Wit, and soft insinuating manner, which engaged me unawares; and we were not long acquainted, before he declar'd, I had inspir'd him with the tenderest Passion.
(pp. 173-4)"
22588,"",ECCO-TCP,"",2013-08-26 03:22:06 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:22:06 UTC,"""These Thoughts forc'd a Flood of Tears from my Eyes, whilst I endeavour'd to banish him from my Heart.""","The mean while I went into my Closer, where being alone, I abandon'd my self to a thousand cruel Reflections. Were I only to contend with Mathilda, thought I, there wou'd still be hopes of obtaining some Advantage over her; but the Case now is such, that shou'd Don Ramire yield his Heart to me, methinks I wou'd reject the Offer. He is a Traytor, who tells me, he has Sentiments for me, which he has not. He says the same to my Sister, and loves neither of us; at least I have cause to complain, since he chuses me for the Subject of his Raillery. Oh! what Fatality deludes me, to love this perfidious Man? I fear he knows the Affection I have for him, which is a Misfortune, I cannot bear. These Thoughts forc'd a Flood of Tears from my Eyes, whilst I endeavour'd to banish him from my Heart; and I was thus depress'd with Sorrow, when my Mother sent for me: I went down to her Apartment, and appear'd so dejected, that my Sister (who examin'd every Motion of me) did not doubt, but I was come from Don Ramire's Chamber, and that his Illness was the Occasion of my Melancholy; tho' at the same time, I knew nothing of the Matter, nor wou'd I enquire after him, thinking he did not deserve so great a Favour, therefore I return'd to my own Chamber again, without hearing his Name once mention'd.
(p. 180)"
22589,"",ECCO-TCP,Impressions,2013-08-26 03:23:02 UTC,,7656,"","",2013-08-26 03:23:02 UTC,"""Assure him from me, that my Heart never receiv'd an Impression before.""","Here she was silent, but after a little Pause, assum'd her Discourse; and since you are his Friend, continued she, I ought not to conceal from you, the Disposition I have for him; I must confess I love him, and my Affection is rais'd to such a Degree, that I am resolv'd to deliver him from hence, if in giving him his Life, he will dedicate the Remainder of it to me, and render my Fate inseparable from his. Tell him, how near the Danger is, since he will not have common Mercy shown him, and that if he can purchase his Life on these Terms, I am ready to serve him: I know he is a Man of Quality, and the vast Disproportion there is between us; but the Condition, I hope, will make me acceptable to him: I shall for his sake, expose my Family to the Governour's Resentment, who will believe my Father contriv'd his Escape, and perhaps, punish him accordingly. How often have I said to my self, Laurea! unfortunate Laurea! cease attempting a Happiness that meets with such Difficulties. What! has my Passion for a Stranger, Power enough to make me forsake my Parents? Alas, Sir, I have disputed with my self, till I am no longer Mistress of my Reason; I cou'd sacrifice every thing for him; he is dearer to me than Life, and the Danger he is in, affects me beyond Imagination. Assure him from me, that my Heart never receiv'd an Impression before. I am young, and tho' not beautiful, may pass for agreeable. Oh! how happy shou'd I think my self, if he did but like me? And cou'd his Passion proceed more from Inclination than Gratitude, I shou'd die transported: Yet, said she to me, as you are particularly acquainted with him, pray tell me, whether he is not already engaged; for in fine, as I do every thing for him, I also expect, he will make me an equal Return; therefore, go to him, I shall wait your Answer here, in order to undertake something in his Favour.
(pp. 197-9)"
23811,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,"",2014-04-28 19:01:32 UTC,,7876,"","",2014-04-28 19:01:32 UTC,"""He came not to London till it was late, that he might the better keep conceal'd for some Days in his own House; which time he spent in endeavouring to calm the Tempest in his Mind.""","He came not to London till it was late, that he might the better keep conceal'd for some Days in his own House; which time he spent in endeavouring to calm the Tempest in his Mind: After that he came to Court, where he met with a favourable Reception from the King, who ask'd him, whether he had acquitted himself of the Commission he had charg'd him with? The Earl told him, That he could find no Opportunity of speaking to her alone, and that it seem'd as if she knew his Errand, by her being so cautious in avoiding it. She was not much in the wrong of it, said the King smiling; but you can't but own, that she is much alter'd, and so I am reveng'd of her. The Earl of Pembrook, who had reason enough to wish that his Master might think of her no more, reply'd, She was scarce to be known, and that it seem'd almost not natural for so Handsome a Person to grow so Ugly. Her extravagant Love for the Earl of Warwick, is the cause of it, said the King; But do you imagine that she still loves him? Sir, reply'd he, I had sight of her but one Moment; she seem'd to be full of Grief, but spoke not a Word of the Earl of Warwick. He will not be concern'd at it, added the King, he loves her no more; his predominant Passion is, to plague Madam Grey, he hates her mortally, and would always persuade me, that she is Unfaithful, but I am too well acquainted with the cause of his Hatred to believe him; I would have you tell him, that I don't like it; that every thing he says upon that Head appears suspicious to me; and that if he will oblige me, he shall make his Court to her.
(pp. 174-5)"