 | Alexander Pope - 1926 - 310 lehte
...There stern Religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, There dy'd the best of passions, Love and Fame. «o 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 pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1963 - 884 lehte
...religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, There dy'd the best of passions, Love and Fame. 40 Yet write, or write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and eccho sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away. And is my Abelard less kind than they... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1998 - 260 lehte
...convent's solitary gloom! There stem religion quenched th'unwilling flame, There died the best of passions, love and fame. 40 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? Tears... | |
 | Gina Luria Walker - 2005 - 352 lehte
...There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, There died the best of passions, love and fame. 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 pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears... | |
 | Judith Broome - 2007 - 204 lehte
...passions, Eloisa quickly turns to writing as a symbolic substitution for bodily pleasure Yet write, or write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and eccho sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away. (41—43) Eloisa longs for intercourse... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1926 - 312 lehte
...There stern Religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, There dy'd the best of passions, Love and Fame. 4o 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 pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears... | |
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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 pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? 
