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Vol. II. facing p.29.
J.Wale invit del:
MWretch believd the Spouse of God in vain, Confefsd within the Slave of love and Man.m
E L O IS A
A B E L AR D.
N thefe deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
In vain lost Eloisa
15 Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys. Relentless walls ! whose darksome round con
tains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks, which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns shagg’d with horrid
thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho'cold like you, unmov'd and silent
grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone. All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part, 25 Still rebel nature holds out half
my Nor pray’rs 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. 30 Oh name for ever fad ! for ever dear! Still breath'd in fighs, still usher'd with a tear. I tremble too, where'er my own I find, Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gushing eyes gushing eyes o’erflow,
35 Led thro'a fad variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with’ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent’s folitary gloom!
Therestern Religion quench'd th’unwilling flame, There dy'd the best of passions, Love and Fame.40
Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo fighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare, 45 Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r; No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do.
Then share thy pain, allow that fad relief; Ah, more than share it, give me all thy grief. 50 Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love in
spires, Warm from the foul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's with without her fears impart, 55 Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the foft intercourse from foul to soul, And waft a figh from Indus to the Pole.
Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame, When Love approach'd me under friendship's name;
60 My fancy form’d thee of angelic kind, Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind,
Those smiling eyes, attemp’ring ev'ry ray,
them that heav'n I lose for thee. 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, 75 Spreads his light wings, and in a moment fies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and facred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove ; Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Ver. 66. And truths divine, etc.] He was her Preceptor in Philosophy and Divinity.
Love will not be confin'd by Maisterie :