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Date: 1790

"When I knelt at the altar, the sacred flame of pure devotion glowed in my heart, and elevated my soul to sublimity."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

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Date: 1791, 1794

"The name, like a sudden spark of electric fire, seemed for a moment to suspend his faculties--for a moment he was transfixed; but recovering, he caught Belcour's hand, and cried--'Stop! stop! I beseech you, name not the lovely Julia and the wretched Montraville in the same breath."

— Rowson, Susanna (1762-1828)

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Date: 1791, 1794

"[I]t cannot therefore be supposed that he wished Mrs. Crayton to be very liberal in her bounty to the afflicted suppliant; yet vice had not so entirely seared over his heart, but the sorrows of Charlotte could find a vulnerable part."

— Rowson, Susanna (1762-1828)

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Date: 1791, 1794

"'Oh,' said Charlotte, 'you are very good to weep thus for me: it is a long time since I shed a tear for myself: my head and heart are both on fire, but these tears of your's seem to cool and refresh it.'"

— Rowson, Susanna (1762-1828)

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Date: 1794

"She hastily put the papers from her; but the words, which had roused equally her curiosity and terror, she could not dismiss from her thoughts. So powerfully had they affected her, that she even could not resolve to destroy the papers immediately; and the more she dwelt on the circumstance, the ...

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

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Date: 1794

"Hers was a silent anguish, weeping, yet enduring; not the wild energy of passion, inflaming imagination, bearing down the barriers of reason and living in a world of its own."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

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Date: 1796

"Away with friendship! 'tis a cold unfeeling word: my bosom burns with love, with unutterable love, and love must be its return."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

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Date: 1796

"I have not yet forgot the pains / I felt, while bound in Julia's chains: / The ardent flames with which my bosom burned; / The nights I passed deprived of rest; / The jealous pangs which racked my breast; / My disappointed hopes, and passion unreturned."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

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Date: 1796

"His bosom glows with amorous fire."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

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Date: 1796

"Since he had obtained her favours, he was become dearer to her than ever, and she felt grateful to him for the pleasures in which they had equally been sharers. Unfortunately as her passion grew ardent, Ambrosio's grew cold; the very marks of her fondness excited his disgust, and its excess serv...

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.