text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Don't your Heart ake for me? --I am sure mine flutter'd about like a Bird in a Cage new caught. O Pamela, said I to my self, why art thou so foolish and fearful! Thou hast done no harm! what, if thou fearest an unjust Judge, when thou art innocent, wouldst thou do before a just one, if thou wert guilty? Have Courage, Pamela, thou knowest the worst! And how easy a Choice Poverty and Honesty is, rather than Plenty and Wickedness?",2012-06-27 20:19:08 UTC,"""Don't your Heart ake for me? --I am sure mine flutter'd about like a Bird in a Cage new caught.""",2005-09-03 00:00:00 UTC,"Vol. 1, Letter 16","",2009-07-31,Beasts,"","Searching in HDIS (Prose); found again searching ""heart"" and ""bird""",12331,4671 "
And now, thought I, am I to be ordered down to recognize my own proposals. And how shall I look upon my awful judges? How shall I stand the questions of some, the set surliness of others, the returning love of one or two? How shall I be affected!
Then I wept: Then I dried my eyes: Then I practised at my glass for a look more chearful than my heart.
And now [as any-thing stirred] is my Sister coming to declare the issue of all! Tears gushing again, my heart fluttering as a bird against its wires; drying my eyes again and again to no purpose.
And thus, my Nancy [Excuse the fanciful prolixity] was I employed, and such were my thoughts and imaginations, when I found a very different result from the hopeful conference.
For about Ten o'clock up came my Sister, with an air of cruel triumph, waving her hand with a light flourish--.
(I, L43, pp. 303-4)",2012-06-27 20:16:11 UTC,"""Tears gushing again, my heart fluttering as a bird against its wires; drying my eyes again and again to no purpose.""",2012-06-27 20:14:15 UTC,"Vol. 1, Letter 43","",,Beasts,"",Searching in HDIS (Prose),19804,4867