Literary notes about implored (AI summary)
The term "implored" often carries an urgent, heartfelt plea that intensifies the emotional stakes of a scene. In literature, authors use it to express desperation or earnest supplication, whether it be a widow begging her lover never to leave her [1] or a character on bended knee seeking pardon for past mistakes [2]. Its appearance in both epic narratives and intimate domestic settings—as seen in classical texts [3, 4, 5] and more modern works [6, 7, 8]—demonstrates its versatility. The word not only heightens the dramatic tension but also lends a sense of gravity and humility to the speaker’s appeal, enriching the narrative with layers of emotional urgency [9, 10].
- "Then tell me that you will never leave me again," implored the widow.
— from The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux - Her face was in an instant covered with blushes, her eyes sparkled with resentment; I threw myself at her feet, and implored her pardon.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. Smollett - the laurel crown He sued to all, but chief implored for grace The brother-kings, of Atreus' royal race 46 "Ye kings and warriors!
— from The Iliad by Homer - The old warrior Oeneus implored him, standing at the threshold of his room and beating the doors in supplication.
— from The Iliad by Homer - Jove and Jove's daughter then the chief implored, And, whirling high, dismiss'd the lance in air.
— from The Odyssey by Homer - For six weeks he did not speak to anyone, and would not touch food except when I implored him.
— from Anna Karenina by graf Leo Tolstoy - I warned you about her; I begged you, implored you not to, but of course it was not listened to.”
— from A Room with a View by E. M. Forster - "Don't, Leslie," implored Anne, "oh, don't.
— from Anne's House of Dreams by L. M. Montgomery - I implored him to deal well with the girl, for what might be only a pastime of an idle hour with him might be the breaking of her heart.
— from Dracula's Guest by Bram Stoker - They implored help, but they were so beside themselves that we couldn’t make out what the matter was.
— from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain