Your search for Genre: "Prose Fiction" AND Metaphor Category: "Animals" , "Uncategorized" AND Nationality of Author: "English" returned 13 results(s) in 0.003 seconds
"Those Reflections began to prey upon my Comforts, and lessen the Sweets of my other Enjoyments: They might be said to have gnaw'd a Hole in my Heart before; but now they made a Hole quite thro' it; now they eat into all my pleasant things; made bitter every Sweet, and mix'd my Sighs with every S...
"Don't your Heart ake for me? --I am sure mine flutter'd about like a Bird in a Cage new caught."
"Tears gushing again, my heart fluttering as a bird against its wires; drying my eyes again and again to no purpose."
"This [her own Mind] being haunted with Ghosts, dejected with an unaccountable Melancholy, and afflicted with a Variety of Distempers, tho' we are at a Loss to discover what Appellation to give them, is very often the Result of nothing more than a strong Imagination unimployed, which could be all...
— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768)
"In vain we may lament the loss of our tranquillity; for peace, like the wandering dove, has forsaken its habitation in the bosom, and will return no more."
"The passions are the wings of spirit. Cold tranquillity the grave of thought"
— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)
"Millions of chimeras floated on my imagination all were rejected in speedy succession ere they became old enough to take the colour of reason; yet fancy will be busy till we are no more."
"He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been--in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away--by the fervor of this reproach."
— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)
"The days passed, and Mr Tulliver showed, at least to the eyes of the medical man, stronger and stronger symptoms of a gradual return to his normal condition: the paralytic obstruction was, little by little, losing its tenacity, and the mind was rising from under it with fitful struggles, like a ...
— Eliot, George (1819-1880)