The Love Letters of Abelard and HeloiseJ. M. Dent and Company, 1908 - 132 sivua |
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... least ignorant ! He received me with great demon- strations of kindness , but I was not so happy as to please him long ; for I was too knowing in the subjects he discoursed upon , and I often confuted his notions . Frequently in our ...
... least ignorant ! He received me with great demon- strations of kindness , but I was not so happy as to please him long ; for I was too knowing in the subjects he discoursed upon , and I often confuted his notions . Frequently in our ...
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... least fit of sickness ? When those features with which you have been so capti- vated shall be sunk , and those graces lost , you will too late repent that you have entangled your- self in a chain from which death alone can free you . I ...
... least fit of sickness ? When those features with which you have been so capti- vated shall be sunk , and those graces lost , you will too late repent that you have entangled your- self in a chain from which death alone can free you . I ...
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... least wipe out our offences : let us receive without murmuring what comes from the hand of God , and let us not oppose our will to His . Adieu ; I give you advice which , could I myself follow , I should be happy . LETTER II Heloise to ...
... least wipe out our offences : let us receive without murmuring what comes from the hand of God , and let us not oppose our will to His . Adieu ; I give you advice which , could I myself follow , I should be happy . LETTER II Heloise to ...
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... they are near us . It seems to me as if the farther they are removed their pictures grow the more finished , and acquire a greater resemblance ; or at least our imagination , which perpetually figures The them 24 LETTER II.
... they are near us . It seems to me as if the farther they are removed their pictures grow the more finished , and acquire a greater resemblance ; or at least our imagination , which perpetually figures The them 24 LETTER II.
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Peter Abelard. at least our imagination , which perpetually figures The them to us by the desire we have of seeing them power letters again , makes us think so . By a peculiar power love can make that seem life itself which , as soon as ...
Peter Abelard. at least our imagination , which perpetually figures The them to us by the desire we have of seeing them power letters again , makes us think so . By a peculiar power love can make that seem life itself which , as soon as ...
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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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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.