text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"In many respects, indeed, their sentiments are congenial. A high sense of honour is equally the portion of both. Montauban, from his long service in the army, and his long residence in Spain, carries it to a very romantic height. My father, from a sense of his situation, is now more jealous than ever of his. Montauban seems of a melancholy disposition. My father was far from being so once; but misfortune has now given his mind a tincture of sadness. Montauban thinks lightly of the world, from principle. My father, from ill-usage, holds it in disgust. This last similarity of sentiment is a favourite topic of their discourse, and their friendship seems to increase, from every mutual observation which they make. Perhaps it is from something amiss in our nature, but I have often observed the most strict of our attachments to proceed from an alliance of dislike.
(I, L3, pp. 32-3)",2012-01-25 21:38:10 UTC,"""My father was far from being so once; but misfortune has now given his mind a tincture of sadness.""",2009-09-14 19:41:34 UTC,"Vol I, Letter 3","",2004-01-10,"","",Searching in HDIS (Prose),14665,5483
"Among those, with whom my uncle's extensive dealings have connected him, he had mentioned, with particular commendation, one Herbert, an Englishman, a merchant in one of the British West-India islands. Chance brought him lately to Martinique, and I was solicitous to shew every possible civility to one, who, to the claim of a stranger, added the character of a worthy and amiable man. Prepossessed as I was in his favour, my expectations fell short of the reality. I discovered in him a delicacy and fineness of sentiment, which something beyond the education of a trader must have inspired; and I looked on him perhaps with the greater reverence, from the circumstance of having found him in a station where I did not expect he would be found. On a closer investigation, I perceived a tincture of melancholy enthusiasm in his mind, which, I was persuaded, was not altogether owing to the national character, but must have arisen from some particular cause. This increased my regard for him; and I could not help expressing it in the very style which was suited to its object, a quiet and still attention, sympathetic but not intrusive. He seemed to take notice of my behaviour, and looked as if he had found a person, who guessed him to be unhappy, and to whom he could talk of his unhappiness. I encouraged the idea with that diffidence, which, I believe, is of all manners the most intimate with a mind of the sort I have described; and, soon after, he took an opportunity of telling me the story of his misfortunes.
(pp. 47-9)",2009-09-14 19:41:37 UTC,"One may perceive ""a tincture of melancholy enthusiasm"" in the mind",2009-09-14 19:41:37 UTC,"Vol II, Letter 29
Savillon to Beauvaris. ","",,"","",HDIS,14683,5483
"Even the ceremonial of the world, shallow as it may appear, is not without its use; it may indeed take from the warmth of friendship, but it covers the coldness of indifference; and if it has repressed the genuine overflowings of kindness, it has smothered the turbulence of passion and animosity.
(I, pp. 68-69)",2014-10-20 02:16:52 UTC,"""Even the ceremonial of the world, shallow as it may appear, is not without its use; it may indeed take from the warmth of friendship, but it covers the coldness of indifference; and if it has repressed the genuine overflowings of kindness, it has smothered the turbulence of passion and animosity.""",2014-10-20 02:16:52 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,24477,5418
"The earliest consolation which a man receives after any calamity is hallowed for ever in his regard, as a benighted traveller caresses the dog whose barking first announced him to be near the habitations of men. It was so with Annesly; his unsuspecting heart overflowed with gratitude towards this friend of his son, and he now grew lavish of his confidence towards him, in proportion as he recollected having once (in his present opinion unjustly) denied it.
(p. 120)",2014-10-20 02:20:44 UTC,"""It was so with Annesly; his unsuspecting heart overflowed with gratitude towards this friend of his son, and he now grew lavish of his confidence towards him, in proportion as he recollected having once (in his present opinion unjustly) denied it.""",2014-10-20 02:20:44 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,24482,5418
"Sindall, whose eyes had not been idle before, cast them now to the ground with a look of the most feeling discomposure; and gently lifting them again, ""I know not, said he, most lovely of women, whether I should venture to express the sensations of my heart at this moment; that respect which ever attends a love so sincere as mine, has hitherto kept me silent; but the late accident, in which all that I hold dear was endangered, has opened every sluice of tenderness in my soul, and I were more or less than man, did I resist the impulse of declaring it."" ""This is no place, sir,""--said Harriet, trembling and covered with blushes.--""Every place, cried Sindall, is sacred to love, where my Harriet is."" At the same time he threw himself on his knees before her, and imprinted a thousand burning kisses on her hand. ""Let go my hand, sir Thomas,"" she cried, her voice faltering and her cheek overspread with a still higher glow: ""Never, thou cruel one, said he, (raising himself gently till he had gained a place on the settee by her side) never, till you listen to the dictates of a passion too violent to be longer resisted.""--At that instant some bustle was heard at the door, and presently after a voice in a country-accent, vociferating ""It is my neighbour's own daughter, and I must see her immediately.""--The door burst open, and discovered Jack Ryland, Mrs. Eldridge following him, with a countenance not the most expressive of good-humour.
(pp. 217-219)",2014-10-20 02:31:24 UTC,"""I know not, said he, most lovely of women, whether I should venture to express the sensations of my heart at this moment; that respect which ever attends a love so sincere as mine, has hitherto kept me silent; but the late accident, in which all that I hold dear was endangered, has opened every sluice of tenderness in my soul, and I were more or less than man, did I resist the impulse of declaring it.""",2014-10-20 02:31:24 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,24493,5418
"""I have a chaise and four ready, answered Camplin, at the end of the lane, which in an hour or two, madam, will convey you to sir Thomas Sindall."" ""But my father, good heavens! to leave my father!"" ""Consider, said he, 'tis but for a little while: my boy shall carry a note to acquaint him that you are gone on a visit, and will return in the evening.""--""Return! Methinks I feel a foreboding that I shall never return.""--He put a piece of paper and a pencil into her hand; the note was written, and dispatched by the boy, to whom he beckoned at some distance where he had waited.-- ""Now, madam, said he, let me conduct you.""--Her knees knocked so against each other, that it was with difficulty she could walk, even with the support of his arm. They reached the chaise; a servant who stood by it, opened the door to admit her; she put her foot on the step, then drew it back again. ""Be not afraid, madam, said Camplin, you go to be happy."" She put her foot up again, and stood in that attitude a moment; she cast back a look to the little mansion of her father, whence the smoke was now rolling its volumes in the calmness of a beautiful morning. A gush of tenderness swelled her heart at the sight--She burst into tears--But the crisis of her fate was come--and she entered the carriage, which drove off at a furious rate, Camplin commanding the postilion to make as much speed as was possible.
(pp. 291-292)",2014-10-20 02:36:27 UTC,"""A gush of tenderness swelled her heart at the sight--She burst into tears--But the crisis of her fate was come--and she entered the carriage, which drove off at a furious rate, Camplin commanding the postilion to make as much speed as was possible.""",2014-10-20 02:36:27 UTC,"","",,"","",LION,24500,5418