work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4272,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-10 00:00:00 UTC,"D'elmont knew the Power he had over her too well, to be much discourag'd at what he read; and after a little consultation with Anaret, they concluded he should go to speak to her, as being the best Sollicitor in his own Cause. As he came down the Walk, Amena saw him thro' the Glass, and the sight of that beloved Object, bringing a thousand past Endearments to her Memory, made her incapable of retiring from the Window, and she remain'd in a languishing and immoveable Posture, leaning her Head against the Shutter, 'till he drew near enough to discern she saw him. He took this for no ill Omen, and instead of falling on his Knees at an humble Distance, as some Romantick Lovers would have done, redoubled his Pace, and Love and Fortune, which on this Occasion were resolv'd to befriend him, presented to his View a large Rolling-Stone which the Gardiner had accidentally left there; the Iron-work that held it was very high, and strong enough to bear a much greater Weight than his; so he made no more to do, but getting on the top of it, was almost to the Waste above the bottom of the Casement. This was a strange Trial, for had she been less in Love, good Manners would have oblig'd her to open it; however she retain'd so much of her former Resolution, as to conjure him to be gone, and not expose her to such Hazards; that if her Father should come to know she held any clandestine Correspondence with him, after the Commands he had given her, she were utterly undone, and that he never must expect any Condescensions from her, without being first allow'd by him. D'elmont, tho' he was a little startled to find her so much more Mistress of her Temper then he believ'd she could be, yet resolv'd to make all possible use of this Opportunity, which probably might be the last he shou'd ever have, look'd on her as she spoke, with Eyes so piercing, so sparkling with Desire, accompany'd with so bewitching softness, as might have thaw'd the most frozen Reservedness, and on the melting Soul stamp'd Love's Impression. 'Tis certain they were too irresistable to be long withstood, and putting an end to Amena's grave Remonstrances, gave him leave to reply to 'em in this manner. Why my Life, my Angel, said he, my everlasting Treasure of my Soul, shou'd these Objections now be rais'd? How can you say you have given me your Heart? Nay, own you think me worthy that inestimable Jewel, yet dare not trust your Person with me a few Hours: What have you to fear from your adoring Slave? I want but to convince you how much I am so, by a thousand yet uninvented Vows. They may be spar'd, cry'dAmena, hastily interrupting him, one Declaration to my Father, is all the Proof that he or I demands of your Sincerity. Oh! Thou Inhuman and Tyrannick Charmer, answer'd he, seizing her Hand, and eagerly kissing it, I doubt not but your faithful Anaret has told you that I could not without the highest Imprudence, presently discover the Passion I have for you to the World. I have, my Lord, said that cunning Wench who stood near him, and that 'twas only to acquaint her with the Reasons why, for some Time, you would have it a Secret, that you much desir'd to speak with her. Besides (rejoin'd the Count) consider, my Angel, how much more hazardous it is for you to hold Discourse with me here, than at a farther distance from your Father; your denying to go with me, is the only way to make your Fears prove true; his Jealousy of you may possibly make him more watchful than ordinary, and we are not sure but that this Minute he may tear you from my Arms; whereas, if you suffer me to bear you hence, if he should happen to come even to your Door, and hear no noise, he will believe you sleeping, and return to his Bed well satisfy'd. With these and the like Arguments she was at last overcome; and with the Assistance of Anaret, he easily lifted her down. But this rash Action, so contrary to the Resolution she thought herself a few Moments before so fix'd in, made such a Confusion in her Mind, as render'd her insensible for some Time of all he said to her. They made what haste they could into the Tuilleries; and D'elmont having plac'd her on one of the most pleasant Seats, was resolv'd to lose no time; and having given her some Reasons for his not addressing to her Father, which, tho' weak in themselves, were easily believ'd by a Heart so willing to be deceiv'd as her's, he began to press for a greater Confirmation of her Affection than Words; and 'twas now this inconsiderate Lady found herself in the greatest Strait she had ever yet been in; all Nature seem'd to favour his Design, the Pleasantness of the Place, the Silence of the Night, the Sweetness of the Air, perfum'd with a thousand various Odours, wasted by gentle Breezes from adjacent Gardens, compleated the most delightful Scene that ever was, to offer up a Sacrifice to Love; not a Breath but flew wing'd with Desire, and sent soft thrilling Wishes to the Soul; Cynthia herself, cold as she is reported, assisted in the Inspiration, and sometimes shone with all her Brightness, as it were to feast their ravish'd Eyes with gazing on each other's Beauty; then veil'd her Beams in Clouds, to give the Lover Boldness, and hide the Virgin's Blushes. What now could poor Amena do, surrounded with so many Powers, attack'd by such a charming Force without, betray'd by Tenderness within: Virtue and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, fled from her Breast, and left her to her Foe, only a modest Bashfulness remain'd, which for a time made some Defence, but with such Weakness, as a Lover, less impatient than D'elmont, would have little regarded. The Heat of the Weather, and her Confinement having hindered her from dressing that Day, she had only a thin Silk Night-Gown on, which flying open as he caught her in his Arms, he found her panting Heart beat Measures of Consent, her heaving Breast swell to be press'd by his, and every Pulse confess a Wish to yield; her Spirits all dissolv'd, sunk in a Lethargy of Love; her snowy Arms, unknowing, grasp'd his Neck, her Lips met his half way, and trembled at the Touch; in fine, there was but a Moment betwixt her and Ruin, when the Tread of somebody coming hastily down the Walk, oblig'd the half-bless'd Pair to put a stop to farther Endearments. It was Anaret, who having been left Centinel in the Garden, in order to open the Door when her Lady should return, had seen Lights in every Room in the House, and heard great Confusion, so ran immediately to give 'em notice of this Misfortune. These dreadful Tidings soon rouz'd Amena from her Dream of Happiness, she accus'd the Influence of her amorous Stars, upbraidedAnaret, and blamed the Count in Terms little differing from Distraction, and 'twas as much as both of them could do, to perswade her to be calm. However, 'twas concluded that Anaret should go back to the House, and return to 'em again, as soon as she had learn'd what Accident had occasion'd this Disturbance. The Lovers had now a second Opportunity, if either of 'em had been inclin'd to make use of it; but their Sentiments were entirely chang'd with this Alarm; Amena's Thoughts were wholly taken up with her approaching Shame, and vow'd she wou'd rather die than ever come into her Father's Presence, if it were true that she was miss'd: The Count, who wanted not good Nature, seriously reflecting on the Misfortunes he was likely to bring on a young Lady, who tenderly lov'd him, gave him a great deal of real Remorse, and the Consideration that he should be necessitated, either to own an injurious Design, or come into Measures for the clearing of it, which would in no way agree with his Ambition, made him extremely pensive, and wish Amena again in her Chamber more earnestly than ever he had done to get her out of it; they both remain'd in a profound Silence, impatiently waiting the Approach of Anaret; but she not coming as they expected, and the Night wearing away apace, very much encreas'd the Trouble they were in; at length the Count, after revolving a thousand Inventions in his Mind, advis'd to walk toward the Garden, and see whether the Door was yet open. 'Tis better for you, Madam, said he, whatsoever has happen'd, to be found in your own Garden, than in any Place with me. Amena comply'd, and suffer'd herself to be led thither, trembling, and ready to sink with Fear and Grief at every Step; but when they found all fast, and that there was no Hopes of getting Entrance, she fell quite sensless, and without any Signs of Life, at her Lover's Feet; he was strangely at a Loss what to do with her, and made a thousand Vows, if he got clear of this Adventure, never to embark in another of this Nature: he was little skill'd in proper Means to recover her, and 'twas more to her Youth and the Goodness of her Constitution that she ow'd the Return of her Senses, than his aukward Endeavours. When she reviv'd, the pitious Lamentations she made, and the Perplexity he was in how to dispose of her, was very near reducing him to as bad a Condition as she had been in; he never till now having had occasion for a Confident, render'd him so unhappy, as not to know any one Person at whose House he cou'd, with any Convenience, trust her; and to carry her to that where he had Lodgings, was the way to be made the Talk of all Paris. He ask'd her several times if she would not command him to wait on her to some Place where she might remain free from Censure, till she heard from her Father, but cou'd get no Answer but Upbraidings from her. So making a Virtue of a Necessity, he was oblig'd to take her in his Arms, with a Design to bring her (tho' much against his Inclinations) to his own Apartment. As he was going thro' a very fair Street which led to that in which he liv'd, Amena cry'd out with a sort of Joy, loose me, my Lord, I see a Light in yonder House, the Lady of it is my dearest Friend, she has power with my Father, and if I beg her Protection, I doubt not but she will afford it me, and perhaps find some way to mitigate my Misfortunes. TheCount was over-joy'd to be eas'd of his Fair Burthen; and setting her down at the Gate, was preparing to take his Leave with an Indifference, which was but too visible to the afflicted Lady. I see, my Lord, said she, the Pleasure you take in getting rid of me, exceeds the Trouble for the Ruin you have brought upon me; but go, I hope I shall resent this Usage as I ought; and that I may be the better enabled to do so, I desire you to return the Letter I writ this fatal Night; the Resolution it contain'd will serve to remind me of my shameful Breach of it.
(pp. 23-8)",2012-04-04,11186,•I've included twice: Stamp and Melting,"""D'elmont, tho' he was a little startled to find her so much more Mistress of her Temper then he believ'd she could be, yet resolv'd to make all possible use of this Opportunity, which probably might be the last he shou'd ever have, look'd on her as she spoke, with Eyes so piercing, so sparkling with Desire, accompany'd with so bewitching softness, as might have thaw'd the most frozen Reservedness, and on the melting Soul stamp'd Love's Impression.""",Impression,2012-04-04 19:24:15 UTC,Part 1
4272,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-10 00:00:00 UTC,"To the Inhuman D'elmont.
To be pity'd by you, and that you should tell me so, was all the Recompense I ask'd for Loss of Father, Friends, Reputation, and eternal Peace; but now, too late, I find that the fond Maid who scorns the World for Love, is sure to meet for her Reward the Scorn of him she loves--Ungrateful Man! Could you not spare one Moment from that long Date of Happiness, to give a last Farewel to her you have undone? What would not this barbarous Contempt have drawn upon you, were I of Alovisa's Temper? Sure I am, all that Disdain and Rage could inspire Malice with, had been inflicted on you, but you well know my Soul is of another Stamp--Fool that I was, and little vers'd in the base Arts of Man, believ'd I might, by Tenderness and faithful Friendship, gain Esteem, tho' Wit and Beauty, the two great Provocatives to create Love, were wanting. But do not think that I am yet so mean as to desire to hear from you; no, I have put all future Correspondence with you out of my Power, and hope to drive it even from my Wish: Whether your Disdain, or the holy Banner I am listed under, has wrought this Effect, I know not, but methinks I breath another Air, think on you with more Tranquillity, and bid you, without dying,
Eternally adieu, Amena
P. S. Let Alovisa know I am no more her Rival, Heaven has my Soul, and I forgive you both.
(pp. 71-2)",,11188,"","""Sure I am, all that Disdain and Rage could inspire Malice with, had been inflicted on you, but you well know my Soul is of another Stamp.""",Impressions,2013-11-17 17:21:10 UTC,Part 2
4272,"","Searching ""book"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.",2005-04-25 00:00:00 UTC,"[...] Books were, as it were, Preparatives to Love, and by their softening Influence, melted the Soul, and made it fit for amorous Impressions, and so far, you certainly were in the right; for when once the Fancy is fixed on a real Object, there will be no need of auxilliary Forces, the Dear Idea will spread itself thro' every Faculty of the Soul, and in a Moment inform us better than all the Writings of the most experienc'd Poets could do in an Age.
(cf. p. 36, in 1719 printing of Part 2)",,11189,"•Is the metaphor implicitly a wax metaphor? REVISIT. USE as example of implicit metaphorics.
•I've included twice: Impression and Melting","""Books were, as it were, Preparatives to Love, and by their softening Influence, melted the Soul, and made it fit for amorous Impressions.""",Impressions,2014-07-15 01:25:43 UTC,Part 2
4325,"","Searching ""engrav"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"It was almost Morning when the Ball broke up; and there being no Possibility of my going home till next Day, I pass'd that Time at the Lady's House who brought me out: But, though the Fatigue and Hurry of the Night wou'd at another Season have made me glad of Rest, I had now enough to keep me waking: Lysander's Charms, his Beauty, his Wit, the Declaration he had made me, and the Manner in which I had receiv'd it, gave me sufficient Matter of Reflection: I cou'd not think I had listen'd to any Protestations of Love, from a Man I had never seen before, without an inexpressible Shock to my Modesty; but these Considerations soon gave Place to others even more destructive to my Peace: Lysander was too lovely, and appear'd too deserving, for me to repent, for any long Time, the Complaisance I had shew'd him; and my greatest Trouble was the Fear that I shou'd never see him more. I resolv'd to say nothing to my Mother of what had pass'd, believing, with Reason enough, that she wou'd not only condemn me for Mismanagement, but also take such Measures as shou'd for ever deprive me of the Sight of him: Love taught me a Cunning which before I was a Stranger to; and though I burn'd with Desire to be talking something of my ador'd Lysander, and vent some Part of the Overflowings of my ravish'd Soul, yet I so well dissembled, that at my Return home I never mention'd the least Syllable which cou'd give Suspicion; and contented myself, as well as I was able, with the Belief that Lysander (who, I found by his calling me by my Name had enquired who I was) wou'd find some Means to send to me. Nor did that Hope deceive me: The very next Day, happening to be at a Window, I perceiv'd a Fellow walking backwards and forwards before our House: It presently came into my Head, that there was a Probability he might be a Messenger from Lysander. I observ'd his Motions a good while, and finding he still lurk'd about, with his Eyes continually fix'd on our Door, I made a Pretence to go down; and standing there a little, the Man drew nearer, but with a Circumspection which confirm'd me my Conjectures were true. No body being within hearing, I call'd to him, and ask'd him if he wanted any thing. Madam, (answer'd he softly, and pulling a Letter out of his Pocket,) by the Description which was given me, I believe this is design'd to you. It is, it is, (cry'd I, as soon as I saw the Superscription,) and immediately ran in, too much transported to say any more. I got into an Arbor in the Garden, to peruse the dear Contents, which I very well remember, and are too deeply engraven in my Mind, ever to be forgotten.
(pp. 18-9)",,11313,Poison's operation on mind and body,"""I got into an Arbor in the Garden, to peruse the dear Contents, which I very well remember, and are too deeply engraven in my Mind, ever to be forgotten.""",Impressions and Writing,2013-11-17 17:29:25 UTC,""
4272,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-30 16:46:14 UTC,"Melantha was overjoy'd at the Sight of him, and Melliora, tho' equally pleas'd, was cover'd with such a Confusion, at the Remembrance of what had pass'd, that it was happy for her that her Companion's Volubility gave her no room for Speech. There is nothing more certain, than that Love, tho' it fills the Mind with a thousand charming Ideas, which those untouch'd by that Passion are not capable of conceiving; yet it entirely takes away the Power of Utterance, and the deeper Impression it had made on the Soul, the less we are able to express it, when willing to indulge and give a loose to Thought; what Language can furnish us with Words sufficient? All are too poor, all wanting both in Sublimity and Softness; and only Fancy! a Lover's Fancy! can reach the exalted Soaring of a Lover's Meaning! But if so impossible to be describ'd, if of so vast, so wonderful a Nature, as nothing but itself can comprehend; how much more impossible must it be, entirely to conceal it! What Strength of boasted Reasons? What Force of Resolution? What modest Fears, or cunning Artifice, can correct the Fierceness of its fiery Flashes in the Eyes, keep down the struggling Sighs, command the Pulse, and bid Trembling cease? Honour and Virtue may distance Bodies, but there is no Power in either of those Names, to stop the Spring, that with a rapid Whirl transports us from our selves, and darts our Souls into the Bosom of the darling Object. This may seem strange to many, even of those who call, and perhaps believe that they are Lovers; but the few who have Delicacy enough to feel what I but imperfectly attempt to speak, will acknowledge it for Truth, and pity the Distress of Melliora.
(pp. 100-1)",,21329,"","""There is nothing more certain, than that Love, tho' it fills the Mind with a thousand charming Ideas, which those untouch'd by that Passion are not capable of conceiving; yet it entirely takes away the Power of Utterance, and the deeper Impression it had made on the Soul, the less we are able to express it, when willing to indulge and give a loose to Thought; what Language can furnish us with Words sufficient?""",Impressions,2013-06-30 16:46:14 UTC,""
7622,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-18 04:25:48 UTC,"AEMILIUS
Besides the five Senses, the Naturalists generally speak of a Sensorium, or common Sense, which they reckon the ground of all Sensation, or a Medium, as it were, for modifying the Impressions and conveying them to the Mind. The Eye, say they, knows not that it sees, nor the Ear that it hears, till this common Sense interposes its Verdict.
This makes no addition to the number of our Senses, whether it be granted or denied; it only serves, as a new Instrument, to account in some dark manner for their Operations. And perhaps it is owing to this Medium or Canal, among other things, that having two Eyes and two Ears we do not see nor hear double.
(p. 31)",,22324,"","""Besides the five Senses, the Naturalists generally speak of a Sensorium, or common Sense, which they reckon the ground of all Sensation, or a Medium, as it were, for modifying the Impressions and conveying them to the Mind.""",Impressions,2013-08-18 04:25:48 UTC,""
7622,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-18 05:00:53 UTC,"LUCINUS
But this divine Love seems to be quite lost since the Sin of Adam, Faith which is previous to that Virtue being now extinguished. Before we can love we must believe, since (according to the old Maxim) there is no desire of a thing unknown. All the Faith natural Men can pretend to, is work'd up by their Reason, *the things of God appearing Foolishness to them. We may see God indeed in his Works, for the Heavens declare his Glory, and there may be an impression of his almighty Power upon our minds some other way than by our own Reasoning or making Inferences from the things that strike our Senses: but this is only what they call believing à posteriori, and we could give no Demonstration of the Existence of God to others who doubt of it, but that either they must believe it, or they must believe a Contradiction; as Dr. Clarke very well argues in his Discourses upon Mr. Boyle's Establishment; the substance of which is this.
(pp. 145-6)",,22347,"","""We may see God indeed in his Works, for the Heavens declare his Glory, and there may be an impression of his almighty Power upon our minds some other way than by our own Reasoning or making Inferences from the things that strike our Senses.""",Impressions,2013-08-18 05:00:53 UTC,""
7622,"",ECCO-TCP,2013-08-18 05:02:13 UTC,"AEMILIUS
'Tis very remarkable too, that the same Principle of Self-Love, which divides Men from one another, and produces such a variety of fanciful Distinctions, should yet in some measure unite them again, their Necessities making them subservient to one another; and, which is still more remarkable, the inferiour Ranks often serving their Superiours chearfully, and without the least disdain. Domat has very good Observations upon this Head, in his Treatise of the Law, shewing how out of Self-Love, which is the Poison of Society, God brings Remedies for its subsistence. And there seems to be the like Impression on the Minds of the generality of Mankind, very much to the honour of the divine Wisdom, that God draws Order out of Confusion.
(pp. 174-5)",,22348,"","""And there seems to be the like Impression on the Minds of the generality of Mankind, very much to the honour of the divine Wisdom, that God draws Order out of Confusion.""",Impressions,2013-08-18 05:02:13 UTC,""
7687,"",Searching at WWO,2013-09-23 20:41:18 UTC,"All Passions deceive us, but none more than the Goodwill we bear to such whose Sentiments seem to fall in with our own: we know not our selves the wrong we do to others, by loving these too well, nor can ever be sufficiently assured, they really merit to be thus particularized. --'Tis a Fault to rely wholly on the most virtuous and approv'd Minister, because the best may err; but that Prince is unpardonable, who suffers himself to be guided in Matters of Government by one who has incurr'd the general Hatred. -- The common and universal Voice of the People is seldom mistaken, and in all Affairs relating to the Publick, the publick Opinion ought to have some Weight. He illustrated this Truth by many Arguments, as well as by a great Number of Examples from the History of past Times, and his own Observation of the present; and that what he said to her might be the more deeply imprinted on her Mind, he obliged her every day to repeat to him the Subject of their Conversation the preceding one, with what Remarks she had been able to make upon it.",,22820,"","""He illustrated this Truth by many Arguments, as well as by a great Number of Examples from the History of past Times, and his own Observation of the present; and that what he said to her might be the more deeply imprinted on her Mind, he obliged her every day to repeat to him the Subject of their Conversation the preceding one, with what Remarks she had been able to make upon it.""",Impressions,2013-09-23 20:41:18 UTC,""
8015,"",Searching in EEBO-TCP,2014-07-31 19:15:49 UTC,"When the Bread of Life was distributed, She was sure to be there, a devout and never failing Communicant; and the strictness of her Attention, and the reverence of her Behaviour, were, if it were possible, rais'd and improv'd on those occasions: The lively Image of a Crucify'd Saviour then exhibited, could not but make very moving impressions on a mind of so much pious Warmth and Tenderness.
(2nd edition, pp. 10-11)",,24378,"","""The lively Image of a Crucify'd Saviour then exhibited, could not but make very moving impressions on a mind of so much pious Warmth and Tenderness.""",Impressions,2014-07-31 19:15:49 UTC,""