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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some emanation of th' all-beautious 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 ine 't was 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; nor envy them that heav'n I lose for thee.

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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. 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?' 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: not 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 905 oh happy state! when souls each other draw, when love is liberty, and nature law: all then is full, possessing and possess'd, no craving void left aching 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 poniard had oppos'd the dire command. Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain; the crime was common, common be the pain. I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd, let tears and burning blushes speak the rest.

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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, 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 you: not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, and if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

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

Ah! think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
From the false world in early youth they fled,
by thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.
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
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:
but such plain roofs as piety could raise,
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In these lone walls (their day's 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'd a reconciling ray,

and gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
But now no face divine contentment wears,
't is all blank sadness, or continual tears.
See how the force of others' pray'rs I try, ́
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)
but why should I on others' pray'rs depend?
come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!
ab 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,
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the grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
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, even then, shall my cold dust remain;
here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
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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? ev'n here, where frozen Chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.

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I mourn the lover, not lament the fault?

I view my crime, but kindle at the view,

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repent old pleasures, and solicit new:

Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,

now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet,

't is sure the hardest science to forget!

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How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense

and love th' offender, yet detest th' offence? how the dear object from the crime remove, or how distinguish penitence from love? Unequal task! a passion to resign,

for hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.

Ere such a soul regains it's peaceful state,

how often must it love, how often hate? how often hope, despair, resent, regret, conceal, disdain,---do all things but forget? but let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! oh come! oh teach me Nature to subdue, renounce my love, my life, myself--- and you: fill my fond heart with God alone, for he alone can rival, can succeed to thee.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? the world forgetting, by the world forgot: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n;

tears that delight, and sighs that waft to heav'n:
grace shines around her with serenest beams,
and whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
and wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes;
for her the spouse prepares the bridal ring,
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to sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away, and melts in visions of eternal day.

Far other dreams my erring soul employ, far other raptures of unholy joy :

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