work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7936,"",Searching in Google Books,2014-06-19 21:46:18 UTC,"The master of the house was gone out upon some business, but in a very little time he came home, and brought with him a young man,a stranger, very well dressed, and very handsome, but lame. When he came in, we all rose, and, out of respect to the master of the house, invited the young gentleman to sit down with us upon the sofa. He was going to sit down; but all on a sudden, spying a barber in our company, he flew backwards, and made towards the door. The master of the house, surprised at the action, stopped him; Where are you going, said he? I bring you along with me to do me the honour of being my guest among the rest of my friends,and here you are no sooner got into my house but you run away again. Sir, said the young man, for God’s sake do not stop me, let me go, I cannot without horror look upon that abominable barber; though he is born in a country where all the natives are whites, he resembles an Ethiopian; and when all is come to all, his soul is yet blacker and yet more horrible than his face.
(I, pp. 127-8; IV, pp. 122 in ECCO; pp. 261-2 in Mack's ed.)",,24053,"","""Sir, said the young man, for God’s sake do not stop me, let me go, I cannot without horror look upon that abominable barber; though he is born in a country where all the natives are whites, he resembles an Ethiopian; and when all is come to all, his soul is yet blacker and yet more horrible than his face.""","",2014-06-20 15:12:15 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 15:04:09 UTC,"As soon as the prince of Persia saw Schemselnihar, he could look upon nothing else. We cease inquiring, says he to Ebn Thaher, after what we seek, when once we see it; and there is no doubt left remaining when once the truth makes itself manifest: Do you see this charming beauty? She is the cause of all my sufferings, which I hug, and will never forbear blessing them, how lasting soever they may be: At the sight of this object I am not my own master: my soul is disturbed and rebels, and I fancy it has a mind to leave me! Go then, my soul, I allow thee, but let it be for the welfare and preservation of this weak body. It is you, cruel Ebn Thaher, who is the cause of this disorder; you thought to do me a great pleasure in bringing me hither, and I perceive I am only come to complete my ruin. Pardon me, says he, interrupting himself, I am mistaken, I was willing to come, and can blame nobody but myself; and at these words broke out into tears. I am very well pleased, says Ebn Thaher, that you do me justice: When I told you at first that Schemselnihar was the caliph’s chief favourite, I did it on purpose to prevent that fatal passion which you please yourself with entertaining in your breast: All that you see here ought to disengage you, and you are to think on nothing but of acknowledgment for the honour which Schemselnihar was willing to do you, by ordering me to bring you with me. Call in then your wandering reason, and put yourself in a condition to appear before her as good breeding requires. Lo! there she comes: Were the matter to begin again, I would take other measures, but, since the thing is done, I wish we may not repent it. What I have further to say to you is this, that love is a traitor, who may throw you into a pit you will never get out of.
(I, p. 155; cf. V, p. 82-3 in ECCO; pp. 312-3 in Macks' ed.)",,24055,"","""At the sight of this object I am not my own master: my soul is disturbed and rebels, and I fancy it has a mind to leave me!""","",2014-06-20 15:04:09 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:17:29 UTC,"As soon as the prince of Persia saw Schemselnihar, he could look upon nothing else. We cease inquiring, says he to Ebn Thaher, after what we seek, when once we see it; and there is no doubt left remaining when once the truth makes itself manifest: Do you see this charming beauty? She is the cause of all my sufferings, which I hug, and will never forbear blessing them, how lasting soever they may be: At the sight of this object I am not my own master: my soul is disturbed and rebels, and I fancy it has a mind to leave me! Go then, my soul, I allow thee, but let it be for the welfare and preservation of this weak body. It is you, cruel Ebn Thaher, who is the cause of this disorder; you thought to do me a great pleasure in bringing me hither, and I perceive I am only come to complete my ruin. Pardon me, says he, interrupting himself, I am mistaken, I was willing to come, and can blame nobody but myself; and at these words broke out into tears. I am very well pleased, says Ebn Thaher, that you do me justice: When I told you at first that Schemselnihar was the caliph’s chief favourite, I did it on purpose to prevent that fatal passion which you please yourself with entertaining in your breast: All that you see here ought to disengage you, and you are to think on nothing but of acknowledgment for the honour which Schemselnihar was willing to do you, by ordering me to bring you with me. Call in then your wandering reason, and put yourself in a condition to appear before her as good breeding requires. Lo! there she comes: Were the matter to begin again, I would take other measures, but, since the thing is done, I wish we may not repent it. What I have further to say to you is this, that love is a traitor, who may throw you into a pit you will never get out of.
(I, p. 155; cf. V, p. 82-3 in ECCO; pp. 312-3 in Macks' ed.)",,24056,"","""Call in then your wandering reason, and put yourself in a condition to appear before her as good breeding requires.""","",2014-06-20 16:17:29 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:18:12 UTC,"At last the prince of Persia, after they had thrown water on his face, recovered his spirits. Prince, says Ebn Thaher to him, we run the risk of being destroyed if we stay here any longer, let us therefore endeavour to save our lives. He was so feeble that he could not rise alone; Ebn Thaher and the confidant lent him their hands, and supported him on each side. They came to a little iron gate, which opened towards the Tigris, went out at it, and came to the side of a little canal which had a communication with the river. The confidant clapped her hands, and immediately a little boat appeared, and came towards them, with one rower. Ali Ebn Becar and his comrade went aboard, and the trusty slave staid at the side of the canal. As soon as the prince sat down in the boat, he stretched one hand towards the palace, and laid his other upon his heart: Dear object of my soul, cries he, with a feeble voice, receive my faith with this hand, while I assure you with the other, that my heart shall for ever preserve the fire with which it burns for you. In the mean time, the boat-man rowed with all his might, and Schemselnihar’s trusty slave accompanied the prince of Persia and Ebn Thaher, walking along the side of the canal until they came to the Tigris, and when she could go no farther, she took her farewell of them, and returned.
(I, p. 159; cf. V, pp. 97-8 in ECCO; pp. 319-20 in Mack's ed.)",,24057,"","""Dear object of my soul, cries he, with a feeble voice, receive my faith with this hand, while I assure you with the other, that my heart shall for ever preserve the fire with which it burns for you.""","",2014-06-20 16:18:12 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:19:05 UTC,"It is said that patience is a cure for all distempers, but it sours mine instead of sweetening it. Although your picture be deeply engraven in my heart, my eyes desire constantly to see the original; and they will lose their light if they be any considerable time deprived of it. May I flatter myself that yours have the same impatience to see me? Yes, I can; their tender glances discovered it to me. How happy, prince, should you and Schemselnihar both be, if our agreeable desires were not crossed by invincible obstacles, which afflict me as sensibly as they do you.
(I, 162; cf. V, 109-10 in ECCO; p. 326 in Mack's ed.)",,24058,"","""Although your picture be deeply engraven in my heart, my eyes desire constantly to see the original; and they will lose their light if they be any considerable time deprived of it.""",Impressions,2014-06-20 16:19:05 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:19:39 UTC,"These thoughts which my fingers write, and which I express with incredible pleasure, and repeat again and again, speak from the bottom of my heart, and from the incurable wound which you have made in it; a wound which I bless a thousand times, notwithstanding the cruel torment I endure for your absence. I would reckon all that opposes our love nothing, were I only allowed to see you sometimes with freedom; I would only enjoy you then, and what could I desire more?
(I, p. 162; cf. V, p. 110 in ECCO; p. 326 in Mack's ed.)",,24059,"","""hese thoughts which my fingers write, and which I express with incredible pleasure, and repeat again and again, speak from the bottom of my heart, and from the incurable wound which you have made in it; a wound which I bless a thousand times, notwithstanding the cruel torment I endure for your absence.""","",2014-06-20 16:19:39 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:20:33 UTC,"The prince of Persia was not satisfied to read the letter once; he thought he had read it with too little attention, and therefore read it again with more leisure; and as he read, sometimes he uttered sighs, sometimes he wept, and sometimes he discovered transports of joy and affection, as one who was touched with what he read. In a word, he could not keep his eyes off those characters drawn by so lovely a hand, and therefore began to read it a third time. Then Ebn Thaher told him that the confidant could not stay, and that he ought to think of giving an answer. Alas! cries the prince, how would you have me answer so kind a letter? In what terms shall I express the trouble that I am in? My spirit is tossed with a thousand tormenting things, and my thoughts destroy one another the same moment they are conceived, to make way for more; and so long as my body suffers by the impressions of my mind, how shall I be able to hold paper, or a reed to write. Having spoke thus, he took out of a little desk, paper, cane, and ink.
(I, p. 163; cf. V, p. 111 in ECCO; pp. 326-7 in Mack's ed.)",,24060,"","""My spirit is tossed with a thousand tormenting things, and my thoughts destroy one another the same moment they are conceived, to make way for more; and so long as my body suffers by the impressions of my mind, how shall I be able to hold paper, or a reed to write.""",Impressions,2014-06-20 16:20:33 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:21:10 UTC,"I was swallowed up with mortal grief when I received your letter; at the sight of which I was transported with unspeakable joy; and, at the view of the characters writ by your lovely hand, my eyes were enlightened more sensibly than they were darkened, when yours were closed on a sudden at the feet of my rival. These words, which your courteous letter contains, are so many rays of light, which have dispelled the darkness my soul was obscured with; they shew me how much you suffer by your love to me, and that you are not ignorant of what I endure for you, and thereby comfort me in my afflications. On the one hand, they make me shed tears in abundance; and, on the other, they inflame my heart with a fire which supports it, and hinders me to die of grief. I have not had one moment's rest since our cruel separation. Your letter only gave me some ease: I kept a sorrowful silence till the moment I received it, and then it restored to me speech. I was buried in a profound melancholy, but it inspired me with joy, which immediately appeared in my eyes and countenance. But my surprise, at receiving a favour which I had not deserved, was so great, that I knew not which way to begin to testify my thankfulness for it. In a word, after having kissed it several times as a valuable pledge of your goodness, I read it over and over, and was confounded at the excess of my good fortune. You would have me to signify to you that I always love you. Ah, though I did not love you so perfect, as I do, I could not forbear adoring you, after all the marks you have given me of a love so uncommon: Yes, I love you, my dear soul, and shall account it my glory to burn all my days with that sweet fire you have kindled in my heart. I will never complain of that brisk ardour with which I find it consumes me: And how rigorous soever the grief be which I suffer, I will bear it courageously, in hopes to see you some time or other. Would to heaven it were to-day, and that, instead of sending you my letter, I might be allowed to come and assure you that I die for love of you! My tears hinder me from saying any more. Adieu.
(I, p. 163; cf. V, 109-10 in ECCO; pp. 327-8 in Mack's ed.)",,24061,"","""On the one hand, they make me shed tears in abundance; and, on the other, they inflame my heart with a fire which supports it, and hinders me to die of grief.""","",2014-06-20 16:21:10 UTC,""
7938,"",Reading,2014-06-20 16:21:53 UTC,"I was swallowed up with mortal grief when I received your letter; at the sight of which I was transported with unspeakable joy; and, at the view of the characters writ by your lovely hand, my eyes were enlightened more sensibly than they were darkened, when yours were closed on a sudden at the feet of my rival. These words, which your courteous letter contains, are so many rays of light, which have dispelled the darkness my soul was obscured with; they shew me how much you suffer by your love to me, and that you are not ignorant of what I endure for you, and thereby comfort me in my afflications. On the one hand, they make me shed tears in abundance; and, on the other, they inflame my heart with a fire which supports it, and hinders me to die of grief. I have not had one moment's rest since our cruel separation. Your letter only gave me some ease: I kept a sorrowful silence till the moment I received it, and then it restored to me speech. I was buried in a profound melancholy, but it inspired me with joy, which immediately appeared in my eyes and countenance. But my surprise, at receiving a favour which I had not deserved, was so great, that I knew not which way to begin to testify my thankfulness for it. In a word, after having kissed it several times as a valuable pledge of your goodness, I read it over and over, and was confounded at the excess of my good fortune. You would have me to signify to you that I always love you. Ah, though I did not love you so perfect, as I do, I could not forbear adoring you, after all the marks you have given me of a love so uncommon: Yes, I love you, my dear soul, and shall account it my glory to burn all my days with that sweet fire you have kindled in my heart. I will never complain of that brisk ardour with which I find it consumes me: And how rigorous soever the grief be which I suffer, I will bear it courageously, in hopes to see you some time or other. Would to heaven it were to-day, and that, instead of sending you my letter, I might be allowed to come and assure you that I die for love of you! My tears hinder me from saying any more. Adieu.
(I, p. 163; cf. V, 109-10 in ECCO; pp. 327-8 in Mack's ed.)",,24062,"","""Yes, I love you, my dear soul, and shall account it my glory to burn all my days with that sweet fire you have kindled in my heart.""","",2014-06-20 16:21:53 UTC,""
7939,"",Searching in Google Books,2014-06-20 16:46:26 UTC,"After the princess had passed by Aladdin, and got into the baths, he remained some time astonished and confounded, and in a kind of extacy, in reflecting and imprinting the idea of so charming an object deeply in his mind: But at last considering that the princess was gone past him, and that when she returned from the bath her back would be towards him, and she veiled, he resolved to quit his post, and go home. But when he came there, he could not conceal his uneasiness so well, but that his mother perceived it, and was very much surprised to see him so much more thoughtful and melancholy than usual, and asked him what had happened to him to make him so ? Aladdin returned no answer, but sat carelessly down on the sofa, and remained in the same condition, full of the image of the charming Badroulbadour. His mother, who was dressing supper, pressed him no more; but when it was ready, set it on the table before him; but perceiving that he gave no attention to it, bade him eat, which she had much ado to persuade him to; and when he did, it was with great indifference, and all the time cast down his eyes, and observed so great a silence, that she could not possibly get the least word out of him, to know the reason of so extraordinary an alteration.
(I, p. 350; pp. 668-9 in Mack's ed.)",,24063,"","""After the princess had passed by Aladdin, and got into the baths, he remained some time astonished and confounded, and in a kind of extacy, in reflecting and imprinting the idea of so charming an object deeply in his mind.""",Impressions,2014-06-20 16:46:26 UTC,""