Lettres d'Abailard et d'Héloïse, 1. köide

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Page cl - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Page cxlix - Then share thy pain , allow that sad relief; Ah, more than share it, give me all thy grief. Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid , Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid...
Page cxlvii - Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Page clviii - And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight : In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round. While prostrate here in humble grief I lie.
Page cliv - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding isles, 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.
Page cl - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; 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.
Page clx - Come, sister, come!" it said, or seem'd to say, "Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! 310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid: But all is calm in this eternal sleep; Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep, Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear: 315 For God, not man, absolves our frailties here.
Page cli - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Page clxxxvi - Abailard qui l'érigea en principe : c'est donc lui qui contribua le plus à fonder la scolastique; car la scolastique n'est pas autre chose. Depuis Charlemagne et même auparavant, on enseignait dans beaucoup de lieux un peu de grammaire et de logique; en même temps un enseignement religieux ne manquait pas; mais cet enseignement se réduisait à une exposition plus ou moins régulière des dogmes sacrés : il pouvait suffire à la foi, il ne fécondait pas l'intelligence. L'introduction de la...
Page cxlix - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join. Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?

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