The Love Letters of Abelard and HeloiseJ. M. Dent and Company, 1908 - 132 páginas |
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... raised , I thought I had no further need for Champeaux's lectures , but rather that I was suffi- ciently qualified to read to others . I stood for a post which was vacant at Melun . My master used all his artifice to defeat my hopes ...
... raised , I thought I had no further need for Champeaux's lectures , but rather that I was suffi- ciently qualified to read to others . I stood for a post which was vacant at Melun . My master used all his artifice to defeat my hopes ...
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... raise himself to some church dignity , therefore fell into the beaten track and took on him the garb of feigned austerity ; for this is the easiest and shortest way to the highest ecclesiastical dignities . His wishes were success- ful ...
... raise himself to some church dignity , therefore fell into the beaten track and took on him the garb of feigned austerity ; for this is the easiest and shortest way to the highest ecclesiastical dignities . His wishes were success- ful ...
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... raised this passion kindly receives this declaration ; but if it is an offence ? — ' ' No , ' replied Heloise , she must be very ignorant of your merit who can be offended at your passion . But for my own repose I wish either that you ...
... raised this passion kindly receives this declaration ; but if it is an offence ? — ' ' No , ' replied Heloise , she must be very ignorant of your merit who can be offended at your passion . But for my own repose I wish either that you ...
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... raised in her ; and she too much desired that what I said might be true not to believe it . Thus there was a most happy under- standing between us . The same house , the same love , united our persons and our desires . How many soft ...
... raised in her ; and she too much desired that what I said might be true not to believe it . Thus there was a most happy under- standing between us . The same house , the same love , united our persons and our desires . How many soft ...
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... raise love in any man whose heart was not prepossessed by another passion . I met her alone and entreated her to have pity on a distressed lover . She answered she would under- take anything to serve me , but there was a reward . At ...
... raise love in any man whose heart was not prepossessed by another passion . I met her alone and entreated her to have pity on a distressed lover . She answered she would under- take anything to serve me , but there was a reward . At ...
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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.