Letters of Abelard and Heloise: To which is Prefix'd a Particular Account of Their Lives, Amours, and Misfortunes:James Rivington and J. Fletcher, P. Davey and B. Law, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1760 - Abbesses, Christian - 186 pages |
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... Despair draw these Words from me ? I am fenfible I am , in the Temple of Chafti- ty , covered only with the Ashes of that Fire which hath confumed us . I am here , I confefs , a Sin- ner , but one who far from weeping for her Sins ...
... Despair draw these Words from me ? I am fenfible I am , in the Temple of Chafti- ty , covered only with the Ashes of that Fire which hath confumed us . I am here , I confefs , a Sin- ner , but one who far from weeping for her Sins ...
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... Despair . To Abelard her well - beloved in Chrift Jefus , from Heloife his well - beloved in the fame Chrift Jefus . I Read the Letter I received from you with Abundance of Impatience : In Spite of all my Misfortunes , I hoped to find ...
... Despair . To Abelard her well - beloved in Chrift Jefus , from Heloife his well - beloved in the fame Chrift Jefus . I Read the Letter I received from you with Abundance of Impatience : In Spite of all my Misfortunes , I hoped to find ...
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... Despair . You defire that after your Death I should take Care of your Ashes , and pay them the laft Duties . Alafs in what Temper did you conceive these mournful liver me . mournful Ideas ? And how could you HELOISE to ABELARD . 131.
... Despair . You defire that after your Death I should take Care of your Ashes , and pay them the laft Duties . Alafs in what Temper did you conceive these mournful liver me . mournful Ideas ? And how could you HELOISE to ABELARD . 131.
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... Despair ! Was ever any Thing fo miferable ! The higher you raised me above other Women who envied me your Love , the more fenfible am I now of the Lofs of your Heart . I was exalted to the Top of Happiness , only that I might have a ...
... Despair ! Was ever any Thing fo miferable ! The higher you raised me above other Women who envied me your Love , the more fenfible am I now of the Lofs of your Heart . I was exalted to the Top of Happiness , only that I might have a ...
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... despairing didft thou die , without any Confolation but that of involving thy Enemies in thy Destruction . Solomon , that he might please Women , forfook the Care of pleafing God . That King , whose Wisdom Princes came from all Parts to ...
... despairing didft thou die , without any Confolation but that of involving thy Enemies in thy Destruction . Solomon , that he might please Women , forfook the Care of pleafing God . That King , whose Wisdom Princes came from all Parts to ...
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Abelard againſt Anſwer Argenteuil becauſe Britany Champeaux Charms Confequences Courſe dear Death Defign Defire Defpair Difcourfe eafy Efteem endeavour Enemies Eyes faid fame fear fecret feemed felf felves fenfible fhall fhew fhort fhould fince firft fome foon ftill fuch fuffer fufficient Fulbert fure Glory Grace greateſt Grief Happineſs happy hath Heart Heaven Heloife Heloife's himſelf Holy Honour Houfe Houſe impoffible itſelf laft laſt leaft Learning leaſt lefs Letter loft Love Lover Mafter Marriage Misfortune Miſtreſs moft Monks moſt muft muſt myſelf Neceffity never Niece Number obferved Occafion ourſelves paffed Paffion Paraclete perfecuted Perfons perfuade Philintus Philofophy pleafe pleaſe Pleaſure poffible Pope Innocent II prefent Puniſhment raiſed Reaſon Refolution refolved reft Retirement ſay ſee Senfe ſhall ſhe Sifter Soul ſpeak ſuch Tears thee thefe themſelves theſe Thing thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſe Virtue Weakneſs whofe Wife World yourſelf
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Page 180 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Page 179 - Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest. Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize, With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Page 179 - 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, And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others...
Page 180 - 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.
Page 178 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Page 178 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
Page 184 - I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound :
Page 185 - Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments mayst thou stand...
Page 180 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Page 177 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...