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Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;

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They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

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Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame, When love approach'd me under friendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind, 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; 65 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 through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an angel whom I lov'd a man. Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;

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Nor envy 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,

Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

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Let

VER. 66. And truths divine, &c.] He was her preceptor in

philosophy and divinity.

Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove;

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Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires,
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all;
Nor Cæsar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;

If there be yet another name more free,

:

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More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
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When love is liberty, and nature, law
All then is full, possessing and possest,
No craving void left aking in the breast :

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.

Alas! how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Where, where was Eloïse? her voice, her hand!
Her poinard had oppos'd the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain ;
The crime was common, common be the pain.

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I can

I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd,
Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest.

Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day,
When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?
Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,
When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell?
As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,

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III

The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale:
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

you:

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Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe; Those still at least are left thee to bestow.

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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 press'd;
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.

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Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r, 130 From the false world in early youth they fled,

By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.

You

You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,
And paradise was open'd in the wild.

No weeping orphan saw his father's stores

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Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
No silver saints, by dying misers giv’n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:

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But such plain roofs as piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
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 shade a solemn light;
Thy eyes diffus'd a 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 pray'rs I try,
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)

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But why should I on others pray'rs depend?

Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend?
Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter, move,
And all those tender names in one, thy love!

The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd

Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind,
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,

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The

VER. 133. You rais'd these hallow'd walls;] He founded the monastery.

The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;
No more these scenes my meditation aid,
Or lull to rest the visionary maid.

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.
Yet here for ever, ever must I stay ;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,

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And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.

Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,

Confess'd within the slave of love and man.

Assist me, heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?

Sprung it from piety, or from despair?

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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,
Repent old pleasures, and solicit new ;

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Now

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