The history of the lives of Abeillard and Heloisa, with their letters

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Strana 247 - 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...
Strana 249 - Grace mines around her with fereneft beams, And whifp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams. For her th...
Strana 336 - Heloise : but I have said that he never really loved her. More than other men, he was not free to command his affections : and from motives of religion, perhaps even of compassion, he wished in her breast to check that ardent flame, which burned to no other purpose than...
Strana 251 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Strana 335 - Therefore, did we not know how much his abilities were extolled by his contemporaries, what encomiums they gave to his pen, and how much the proudest disputants of the age feared the fire of his tongue, we certainly should be inclined to say, perusing his works, that Abelard was not an uncommon man ; nor was he uncommon in his moral character.
Strana 491 - For every creature of God is good, and nothing is to be rejected, if it be received with thanksgiving: for it is sanctified through the word of God and prayer.
Strana 248 - Ev'n here, where frozen chaftity 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...
Strana 251 - Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor fhare one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refign ; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks, (which yet I view...
Strana 409 - When the cause of grief is most pungent, then should consolation apply her strongest medicines. But it is you only can administer relief: by you I was wounded, and by you I must be healed. It is in your power alone to give me pain, to give me joy, and to give me comfort.
Strana 177 - ... this defart, funk down with care, where the goodnefs of heaven had watched over him, and he had found comfort, could he more emphatically exprefs his gratitude, than by confecrating this more auguft temple to that perfon of the holy triad, which more peculiarly is ftiled the Comforter? " We will dedicate it, faid he, to the Paraclet^.

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