The Love Letters of Abelard and HeloiseJ. M. Dent and Company, 1908 - 132 страница |
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... cruel revenge , as you will see by what follows . I took a journey into Brittany in order to bring back my dear Heloise , whom I now considered my wife . When I had acquainted her with what had passed between the Canon and me I found ...
... cruel revenge , as you will see by what follows . I took a journey into Brittany in order to bring back my dear Heloise , whom I now considered my wife . When I had acquainted her with what had passed between the Canon and me I found ...
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... cruel an action escaped not justice , the villain suffered the same mutila- tion , poor comfort for so irretrievable an evil . I confess to you that shame more than any sincere penitence made me resolve to hide myself from the sight of ...
... cruel an action escaped not justice , the villain suffered the same mutila- tion , poor comfort for so irretrievable an evil . I confess to you that shame more than any sincere penitence made me resolve to hide myself from the sight of ...
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... cruel sacrifice of herself , but she answered in the words of Cornelia after the death of Pompey the Great , — ' O my loved lord , our fatal marriage draws On thee this doom , and I the guilty cause ! Then whilst thou goest th ...
... cruel sacrifice of herself , but she answered in the words of Cornelia after the death of Pompey the Great , — ' O my loved lord , our fatal marriage draws On thee this doom , and I the guilty cause ! Then whilst thou goest th ...
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... cruel Uncle and an injured Lover will always be present to my aching sight . I shall never forget what enemies your learning , and what envy your glory raised against you . I shall never forget your reputation , so justly acquired ...
... cruel Uncle and an injured Lover will always be present to my aching sight . I shall never forget what enemies your learning , and what envy your glory raised against you . I shall never forget your reputation , so justly acquired ...
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... cruel Uncle's notion ; he measured my virtue by the frailty of my sex , and thought it was the man and not the person I loved . But he has been guilty to no 1 The liberty of love with purpose . I love you HELOISE TO ABELARD 29.
... cruel Uncle's notion ; he measured my virtue by the frailty of my sex , and thought it was the man and not the person I loved . But he has been guilty to no 1 The liberty of love with purpose . I love you HELOISE TO ABELARD 29.
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Abbot of Cluni Abelard and Heloise affliction altar Argenteuil Aristotle beauty Brittany buried myself alive Champeaux charms cloister Cluni comfort confess conquer Council of Sens Council of Soissons crime cruel dear Abelard death delight desire divine duty Eloisa endeavour enemies envy esteem ev'ry eyes father fear flatter forget Fulbert give glory grace grief guilty happy hear heart Heaven Heloise Heloise and Abelard holy honour husband imagination innocent joys learning letters live Lord lover marriage master memory mind miserable misfortunes mistress never occasion ourselves pain Paraclete passion penitence persuaded Peter Abelard Philintus piety pity pleasure prayers punishment reason religion renounce repentance reproach retirement revenge saints salvation sensible shame sighs silence sincere sister sorrows soul suffer tears tell temptations tender Tertullian thee thou thought tion torments trembling trouble unhappy Villenave virtue vows weakness weep woman wretched write
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Страница 123 - And yet there are not three eternals, but one eternal. As also there are not three incomprehensibles, nor three uncreated ; but one uncreated, and one incomprehensible. •So likewise the Father is Almighty, the Son Almighty, and the Holy Ghost Almighty. And yet they are not three Almighties, but one Almighty.
Страница 105 - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine ! Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget ! But let Heaven seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd: Not touch'd, but rapt ; not waken'd, but inspir'd ! Oh.
Страница 131 - Renouncement,' though the likeness is accidental : — 1 1 must not think of thee ; and, tired, yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight— The thought of thee — and in the blue heaven's height, And in the sweetest passage of a song. Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits, hidden, yet bright ; But it must never, never, come in sight ; I must stop short of thee the whole day long. But when sleep comes to close...
Страница 104 - In these lone walls (their days eternal bound) These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd, Where awful arches make a noon-day night, And the dim windows shed a solemn light; Thy eyes diffus'da reconciling ray, 145 And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
Страница 101 - And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move ? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love : Back thro' the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Страница 100 - Nor prayers nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain, Nor tears, for ages taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Страница 105 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Страница 108 - To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn. What scenes appear where'er I turn my view ? The dear Ideas, where I fly, pursue, Rise in the grove, before the altar rise, Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn...
Страница 103 - Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Still drink delicious poison from thy eye, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be prest; Give all thou canst - and let me dream the rest.
Страница 103 - Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least are left thee to bestow.