work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5736,"",Reading,2013-05-29 20:33:33 UTC,"However this might be, he soon afterwards married Maria de Vellorno, a young lady eminently beautiful, but of a character very opposite to that of her predecessor. She was a woman of infinite art, devoted to pleasure, and of an unconquerable spirit. The marquis, whose heart was dead to paternal tenderness, and whose present lady was too volatile to attend to domestic concerns, committed the education of his daughters to the care of a lady, completely qualified for the undertaking, and who was distantly related to the late marchioness.
(I, p. 6; p. 3 in OUP edition)",,20250,"","""She was a woman of infinite art, devoted to pleasure, and of an unconquerable spirit.""
",Empire,2013-05-29 20:33:33 UTC,Chapter I
5736,"",Reading,2013-05-31 22:23:17 UTC,"Julia could speak but with her tears. A variety of strong and contending emotions struggled at her breast, and suppressed the power of utterance. Ferdinand seconded the proposal of the count. ""It is unnecessary,"" my sister, said he, ""to point out the misery which awaits you here. I love you too well tamely to suffer you to be sacrificed to ambition, and to a passion still more hateful. I now glory in calling Hippolitus my friend--let me ere long receive him as a brother. I can give no stronger testimony of my esteem for his character, than in the wish I now express. Believe me he has a heart worthy of your acceptance--a heart noble and expansive as your own."" ""Ah, cease,"" said Julia, ""to dwell upon a character of whose worth I am fully sensible. Your kindness and his merit can never be forgotten by her whose misfortunes you have so generously suffered to interest you."" She paused in silent hesitation. A sense of delicacy made her hesitate upon the decision which her heart so warmly prompted. If she fled with Hippolitus, she would avoid one evil, and encounter another. [...]
(I.iii, pp. 140-1; pp. 61-2 in OUP edition)",,20277,"","""A variety of strong and contending emotions struggled at her breast, and suppressed the power of utterance.""","",2013-05-31 22:23:17 UTC,"Volume I, Chapter III"
5841,"",Reading,2014-03-06 02:40:50 UTC,"Emily said something, she scarcely knew what, expressive of her unalterable affection, and endeavoured to-calm the agitation of his mind; but Valancourt could for some time only utter incoherent expressions of his emotions; and, when he was somewhat more composed, he said, ""I came hither, soon after sun-set, and have been watching in the gardens, and in this pavilion ever since; for, though I had now given up all hope of seeing you, I could not resolve to tear myself from a place so near to you, and should probably have lingered about the chateau till morning dawned. O how heavily the moments have passed, yet with what various emotion have they been marked, as I sometimes thought I heard footsteps, and fancied you were approaching, and then again--perceived only a dead and dreary silence! But, when you opened the door of the pavilion, and the darkness prevented my distinguishing with certainty, whether it was ray love--my heart beat so strongly with hopes and fears, that I could not speak. The instant I heard the plaintive accents of your voice, my doubts vanished, but not my fears, till you spoke of me; then, losing the apprehension of alarming you in the exces of my emotion, I could no longer be silent. O Emily! these are moments, in which joy and grief struggle so powerfully for pre-eminence, that the heart can scarcely support the contest!""
(I, pp. 407-9; p. 145 in Penguin)",,23473,"","""O Emily! these are moments, in which joy and grief struggle so powerfully for pre-eminence, that the heart can scarcely support the contest!""","",2014-03-06 02:40:50 UTC,""
5841,"",Reading,2014-03-06 02:59:21 UTC,"Another gate delivered them into the second court, grass-grown, and more wild than the first, where, as she surveyed through the twilight its desolation - its lofty walls, overtopt with briony, moss and night-shade, and the embattled towers that rose above,--long-suffering and murder came to her thoughts. One of those instantaneous and unaccountable convictions, which sometimes conquer even strong minds, impressed her with its horror. The sentiment was not diminished, when she entered an extensive gothic hall, obscured by the gloom of evening, which a light, glimmering at a distance through a long perspective of arches, only rendered more striking. As a servant brought the lamp nearer, partial gleams fell upon the pillars and the pointed arches, forming a strong contrast with their shadows, that stretched along the pavement and the walls.
(II.v, p. 217)",,23493,"","""One of those instantaneous and unaccountable convictions, which sometimes conquer even strong minds, impressed her with its horror.""","",2014-03-06 02:59:21 UTC,""