The Love Letters of Abelard and HeloiseJ. M. Dent and Company, 1908 - 132 páginas |
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... Paraclete The affront I had newly received and the scandalous debaucheries of the monks obliged me to banish myself , and retire near to Nogent . I lived in a desert where I flattered myself I should avoid fame and be secure from the ...
... Paraclete The affront I had newly received and the scandalous debaucheries of the monks obliged me to banish myself , and retire near to Nogent . I lived in a desert where I flattered myself I should avoid fame and be secure from the ...
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... Paraclete and wish to see it again . Ah , Philintus ! does not the love for Heloise yet burn in my heart ! I have not yet triumphed over that unhappy passion . In the midst of my retirement I sigh , I weep , I pine , I speak the dear ...
... Paraclete and wish to see it again . Ah , Philintus ! does not the love for Heloise yet burn in my heart ! I have not yet triumphed over that unhappy passion . In the midst of my retirement I sigh , I weep , I pine , I speak the dear ...
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... Paraclete given to your chapel ! What a storm was raised against you by the treacherous monks when you did them the honour to be called their brother ! This history of our numerous misfortunes , related in so true and moving a manner ...
... Paraclete given to your chapel ! What a storm was raised against you by the treacherous monks when you did them the honour to be called their brother ! This history of our numerous misfortunes , related in so true and moving a manner ...
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... her to that quiet which retirement and virtue afford . I have resolved it : this letter shall be my last fault . Adieu . If I die here I will give orders that my divided body be carried to the House of the Paraclete 58 LETTER III.
... her to that quiet which retirement and virtue afford . I have resolved it : this letter shall be my last fault . Adieu . If I die here I will give orders that my divided body be carried to the House of the Paraclete 58 LETTER III.
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Peter Abelard. divided body be carried to the House of the Paraclete . In death You shall see me in that condition , not to demand not tears from you , for it will be too late ; weep rather for me now and extinguish the fire which burns ...
Peter Abelard. divided body be carried to the House of the Paraclete . In death You shall see me in that condition , not to demand not tears from you , for it will be too late ; weep rather for me now and extinguish the fire which burns ...
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Abbot of Cluni Abelard and Heloise affliction altar Argenteuil Aristotle beauty Brittany buried myself alive Champeaux charms cloister Cluny 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 fatal 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 saints salvation sensible shame sighs silence sinners 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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Página 121 - 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.
Página 103 - 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.
Página 129 - 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...
Página 102 - 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.
Página 99 - 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.
Página 98 - 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.
Página 103 - 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.
Página 106 - 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...
Página 101 - 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.
Página 101 - 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.