Letters of Abelard and Heloise: To which is Prefix'd a Particular Account of Their Lives, Amours, and Misfortunes:James Rivington and J. Fletcher, P. Davey and B. Law, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1760 - 186 pagina's |
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Pagina 14
... short time she fell fo much in love with him , that fhe could deny him nothing . Fulbert had a Country House at Corbeil , to which the Lovers often resorted , under Pretence of ap- plying themselves more clofely to their Studies : There ...
... short time she fell fo much in love with him , that fhe could deny him nothing . Fulbert had a Country House at Corbeil , to which the Lovers often resorted , under Pretence of ap- plying themselves more clofely to their Studies : There ...
Pagina 24
... short , continued fhe , the Quality of Mistress is a hundred times more pleafing to me , than that of Wife . Custom indeed has given a Dignity to this latter Name , and we are impofed upon by it ; but Heaven is my Witness , I had rather ...
... short , continued fhe , the Quality of Mistress is a hundred times more pleafing to me , than that of Wife . Custom indeed has given a Dignity to this latter Name , and we are impofed upon by it ; but Heaven is my Witness , I had rather ...
Pagina 28
... short , fhe denied it fo con- ftantly , and with fuch Earnefinefs , that he was generally believed . Many People thought , and boldly affirm'd , that the Doctor's Enemies had fpread this Story on purpose to leffen his Character . This ...
... short , fhe denied it fo con- ftantly , and with fuch Earnefinefs , that he was generally believed . Many People thought , and boldly affirm'd , that the Doctor's Enemies had fpread this Story on purpose to leffen his Character . This ...
Pagina 76
... short , without lofing my Life , I lost my Manhood . I was punished indeed in the offending Part ; the Defire . was left me , but not the Poffibility of fatisfying the Paffion . So cruel an Action escaped not unpunish- ed ; the Villain ...
... short , without lofing my Life , I lost my Manhood . I was punished indeed in the offending Part ; the Defire . was left me , but not the Poffibility of fatisfying the Paffion . So cruel an Action escaped not unpunish- ed ; the Villain ...
Pagina 80
... short , they pass their whole Days in Hunting ; would to Heaven that were their . greatest Fault ! or that their Pleasures terminated there ! I endeavour in vain to recal them to their Duty ; they all combine against me , and I only ex ...
... short , they pass their whole Days in Hunting ; would to Heaven that were their . greatest Fault ! or that their Pleasures terminated there ! I endeavour in vain to recal them to their Duty ; they all combine against me , and I only ex ...
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Letters of Abelard and Heloise: To which is Prefix'd, a Particular Account ... Peter Abelard Volledige weergave - 1740 |
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Pagina 180 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Pagina 179 - Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest. Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize, With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Pagina 179 - 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...
Pagina 180 - 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.
Pagina 178 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Pagina 178 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
Pagina 184 - I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound :
Pagina 185 - Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments mayst thou stand...
Pagina 180 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity 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...
Pagina 177 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...