work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4272,"","",2004-07-06 00:00:00 UTC,"After the Count had gone some few Paces, he planted himself behind a Thicket, which, while it hid him, gave the Opportunity of observing them; and when he found the Coast clear, rush'd out, and with unhurting Gripe, seiz'd once more on the unguarded Prey. Blest turn of Fortune, (said he in a Rapture) Happy, happy Moment! -- Lost, lost Melliora, (said she) unhappy Maid! --Oh why, my Lord, this quick Return! This is no Place to answer thee, (resum'd he, taking her in his Arms, and bearing her behind that Thicket, where he himself had stood.) 'Twas in vain for her to resist, if she had had the Power over her Inclinations; 'till he, setting her softly down, and beginning to Caress her in the manner he had done when she was in Bed, she assum'd Strength enough to raise herself a little, and catching hold of his transgressing Hands, laid her Face on them, and bath'd them in a Shower of Tears: O! D'elmont(said she) cruel D'elmont! Will you then take Advantage of my Weakness? I confess I feel for you a Passion, far beyond all, that yet ever bore the Name of Love; and that I can no longer withstand the too powerful Magick of your Eyes, nor deny any Thing that charming Tongue can ask; but now's the Time to prove your self a Heroe! subdue your self, as you have conquer'd me! be satisfied with vanquishing my Soul, fix there your Throne, but leave my Honour free! Life of my Life (cry'd he) wound me no more by such untimely Sorrows: I cannot bear thy Tears, by Heaven they sink into my Soul, and quite unman me; but tell me (continued he, tenderly kissing her) couldst thou, with all this Love, this charming-- something more than Softness--cou'dst thou, I say, consent to see me pale and dead, stretch'd at thy Feet, consum'd with inward Burnings, rather than blest, than rais'd by Love and thee, to all a Deity in thy Embraces? For Oh! believe me when I swear, that 'tis impossible to live without thee. No more, no more, (said she, letting her Hand fall gently on his Breast) too easily I guess thy Sufferings by my own; but yet D'elmont 'tis better to die in Innocence, than to live in Guilt. Oh! why (resum'd he, sighing as if his Heart would burst) shou'd what we can't avoid be call'd a Crime? Be Witness for me Heaven! how much I have struggled with this rising passion, even to Madness struggled!--but in vain; the mounting Flame blazes the more, the more I would suppress it--my very Soul's on fire--I cannot bear it-- Oh, Melliora! didst thou but know the thousandth Part of what this Moment I endure, the strong Convulsions of my warring Thoughts, thy Heart, steel'd as it is, and frosted round with Virtue, wou'd burst its icy Shield, and melt in Tears of Blood, to pity me. Unkind and Cruel! (answer'd she) do I not partake them then? --Do I not bear, at least, an equal Share in all your Agonies? Have you no Charms--or have not I a Heart? --A most susceptible and tender Heart? -- Yes, you may feel it throb, it beats against my Breast, like an imprison'd Bird, and fain would burst it's Cage! to fly to you, the Aim of all its Wishes! --Oh, D'elmont! --With these Words she sunk wholly into his Arms, unable to speak more: Nor was he less dissolv'd in Rapture, both their Souls seem'd to take Wing together, and left their Bodies motionless, as unworthy to bear a Part in their more elevated Bliss.
(pp. 102-4)",,11165,•I've included twice in War and once in Liquid,"""Oh, Melliora! didst thou but know the thousandth Part of what this Moment I endure, the strong Convulsions of my warring Thoughts, thy Heart, steel'd as it is, and frosted round with Virtue, wou'd burst its icy Shield, and melt in Tears of Blood, to pity me.""","",2013-06-30 16:53:54 UTC,Part 2
4380,"",Searching in HDIS (Prose); found again searching in C-H Lion,2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"Madam, said he, tho' it be opening my Wounds afresh, to repeat my Wrongs, yet you seem so very desirous to be acquainted with my Sufferings, that to morrow-morning I will give you the saddest Account you have ever yet been entertain'd with; but you must wrap your Heart in a Case of Adamant, or it will melt away in the hearing of it. Here the Stranger stopt: And Lorenzo, who thought it time for them all to go to rest, conducted him to his Apartment, and then Elvira and he went severally to theirs, where the latter spent their time in Sleep, and the former his in Sighs. When it was day, this restless Stranger got from his Bed, which afforded him but little Comfort, and took a walk into the Gardens, which were very fine. Our two Lovers were not long behind him, who, when they had given him a good Morning, challenged his last Night's Promise; and he, who was willing to fulfil their Desire, thus began:",,11510,•I've included twice: Container and Adamant,"""I will give you the saddest Account you have ever yet been entertain'd with; but you must wrap your Heart in a Case of Adamant, or it will melt away in the hearing of it.""","",2013-06-21 14:19:37 UTC,""
5214,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""mint"" in HDIS (Prose); found again ""soul""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Ah, Mr. Harry, says she, I see, I see that you have a gentle and a kindred Kind of Heart, and that, if ever you happen to love, you will love with great Tenderness. --Have you ever loved, Mr. Harry? --Indeed, Madam, I cannot say, my Commerce has been very little among the Ladies. If I met Love on my Way, or even found it in my Heart, perhaps I should not rightly know what to make of it. But, my Matilda, my charming Sister, (your Father has honoured me with the Privilege of calling you by that dear that tender Name) why will you not entrust your best your truest Friend with the Secret of your Disquiet? whoever the Object of your Esteem may be, I here solemnly engage, at the Risque of my Life and the Loss of my Fortune, to bring him voluntarily to pay his Vows at your Feet. O, my Sister, I would to Heaven that he had now been present, as I have been present, to have his Soul melted and minted as mine has been; his Heart must have been harder than the Stones of Thebes, if you did not attract it and move it, at pleasure, by the Touch of those Fingers and the Bewitchment of those Accents. --Ah, you Flatterer, she cried, with a Voice tuned to Harmony, and a Face form'd of Smiles, you almost tempt me to tell you what, for the World, I would not wish that any one in the World should know. But, I must snatch myself from the Danger. --So saying, and casting at me a vanishing Glance, she was out of sight in a twinkling.
(pp. 20-1)",,14058,•I've included twice: Mint and Melting,"""O, my Sister, I would to Heaven that he had now been present, as I have been present, to have his Soul melted and minted as mine has been""",Coinage,2009-09-14 19:39:53 UTC,"Volume 3, Chap. 13"
5214,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""mint"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"It was then, my fairest Cousin, that your opening Graces and early Attractions drew me daily to your House; my Heart was soothed and my Griefs cheared by the Sweetness of your Prattle; and I was melted down and minted anew, as it were, by the unaffected Warmth and Innocence of your Caresses.",,14061,•See previous entries.
•I've included twice: Mint and Melting,"""I was melted down and minted anew, as it were, by the unaffected Warmth and Innocence of your Caresses""",Coinage,2009-09-14 19:39:54 UTC,"Volume 3, Chap. 14"
5070,"",Reading,2013-01-22 04:20:46 UTC,"The princess, in the mean time, insinuated herself into many families; for there are few doors, through which liberality, joined with good humour, cannot find its way. The daughters of many houses were airy and chearful, but Nekayah had been too long accustomed to the conversation of Imlac and her brother to be much pleased with childish levity and prattle which had no meaning. She found their thoughts narrow, their wishes low, and their merriment often artificial. Their pleasures, poor as they were, could not be preserved pure, but were embittered by petty competitions and worthless emulation. They were always jealous of the beauty of each other; of a quality to which solicitude can add nothing, and from which detraction can take nothing away. Many were in love with triflers like themselves, and many fancied that they were in love when in truth they were only idle. Their affection was seldom fixed on sense or virtue, and therefore seldom ended but in vexation. Their grief, however, like their joy, was transient; every thing floated in their mind unconnected with the past or future, so that one desire easily gave way to another, as a second stone cast into the water effaces and confounds the circles of the first.",,19958,"","""Their grief, however, like their joy, was transient; every thing floated in their mind unconnected with the past or future, so that one desire easily gave way to another, as a second stone cast into the water effaces and confounds the circles of the first.""","",2013-01-22 04:20:46 UTC,Chapter XXV