The Love Letters of Abelard and HeloiseJ. M. Dent and Company, 1908 - 132 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 10
Página 29
... conquer . you You may see me , hear my sighs , and be a witness of all my sorrows without incurring any danger , since you can only relieve me with tears and words . If I have put myself into a cloister with reason , persuade me to stay ...
... conquer . you You may see me , hear my sighs , and be a witness of all my sorrows without incurring any danger , since you can only relieve me with tears and words . If I have put myself into a cloister with reason , persuade me to stay ...
Página 37
... conquered by my feelings ; love troubles my mind and disorders my will . Sometimes I am swayed by the senti- ment of piety which arises within me , and then the next moment I yield up my imagination to all that is amorous and tender . I ...
... conquered by my feelings ; love troubles my mind and disorders my will . Sometimes I am swayed by the senti- ment of piety which arises within me , and then the next moment I yield up my imagination to all that is amorous and tender . I ...
Página 67
... conquest . But it was easy for you to cure me of a suspicion so opposite to my own inclination . I ought to have foreseen other more certain evils , and to have considered that the idea of lost enjoyments would be the trouble of my ...
... conquest . But it was easy for you to cure me of a suspicion so opposite to my own inclination . I ought to have foreseen other more certain evils , and to have considered that the idea of lost enjoyments would be the trouble of my ...
Página 72
... conquer for fear I should be over- come ; happiness enough for me to escape ship- wreck and at last reach port . Heaven commands me to renounce my fatal passion for you , but oh ! my heart will never be able to consent to it . Adieu ...
... conquer for fear I should be over- come ; happiness enough for me to escape ship- wreck and at last reach port . Heaven commands me to renounce my fatal passion for you , but oh ! my heart will never be able to consent to it . Adieu ...
Página 76
... conquer so reign- ing a passion ; but you were mistaken , Abelard , my weakness , when supported by grace , has not hindered me from winning a complete victory . Restore me , then , to your esteem ; your own piety should solicit you to ...
... conquer so reign- ing a passion ; but you were mistaken , Abelard , my weakness , when supported by grace , has not hindered me from winning a complete victory . Restore me , then , to your esteem ; your own piety should solicit you to ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.