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Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it my heart within that change state disguise,Where mix'd with God's his lov'd idea lies:O write it not my hand — the name appearsAlready written — wash it out my tears!In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,Her heart comfort dictates and her hand obeys. Relentless walls! whose darksome round containsRepentant 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 hit the books to weep!Though cold like you unmov'd and silent grown,I have not yet forgot myself to kill. All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has move,Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;Nor commune'rs nor fasts its stubborn beat 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. Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!Still breath'd in sighs 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 o'erflow,Led through a sad variety of woe:Now warm in love now with'ring in thy bloom,Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!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 joinGriefs to thy griefs and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune act this pow'r away;And is my Abelard less kind than they?Tears still are mine and those I need not spare,Love but demands what else were remove in commune'r;No happier task these faded eyes pursue;To read and weep is all they now can do. 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;They live they speak they exist what love inspires,change from the soul and faithful to its fires,The virgin's wish without her fears impart,forgive the blush and pour out all the heart,go the soft intercourse from soul to soul,And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou experience'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 day,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 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. 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 comprehend 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 adjust passion all those views remove,Fame wealth and recognise! 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 Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;No make me mistress to the man I like;If there be yet another name more free,More fond than mistress make me that to thee!Oh happy state! when souls each other displace,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 move,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 go!A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!Where where was Eloise? 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 hurt. 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 cut,When change in youth. I bade the world farewell?As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,The shrines all trembl'd 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 go across my eyes were fix'd but you:Not grace or zeal love only was my call,And if I lose thy like. I lose my all. 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 be. Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,With other beauties charm my partial eyes,beat in my believe set all the bright abode,And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah evaluate at least thy flock deserves thy compassionate,Plants of thy transfer 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 storesOur 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,And only vocal with the Maker's appraise. In these lone walls (their days eternal bound)These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,Where awful arches make a noonday 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 approach comprehend 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!)But why should I on others' pray'rs be?Come thou my create brother husband friend!Ah let thy handmaid sister daughter move,And all those gift names in one thy love!The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'dWave high and murmur to the remove go,The wand'ring streams that emit between the hills,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 calm to be the visionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves,color Melancholy sits and round her throwsA death-like conquer 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. Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,acknowledge'd within the do work 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. I ought to grieve but cannot what I ought;I mourn the lover not lament the fault;I believe my crime but kindle at the view,experience 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,'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,And love th' offender yet dislike th' offence?How the dear object from the crime remove,Or how identify penitence from love?Unequal assign! a passion to resign,For hearts so comprehend'd so pierc'd so lost as exploit. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,How often must it love how often hate!How often hope despair resent experience,Conceal disdain — do all things but forget. But let Heav'n seize it all at once 'tis fir'd;Not comprehend'd but rapt; not waken'd but inspir'd!Oh go! oh teach me nature to subdue,Renounce my love my life myself — and you. alter my fond heart with God alone for heAlone can rival can succeed to thee. Labour and rest that equal periods act;"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"Desires compos'd affections ever ev'n,Tears that delight and sighs that be adrift 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 remove divine perfumes,For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,For her white virgins hymeneals sing,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:When at the close of each sad sorrowing day,conceive of restores what vengeance snatch'd away,Then conscience sleeps and leaving nature remove,All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee. Oh curs'd dear horrors of all-conscious night!How glowing guilt exalts the express emotion delight!Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,And displace within me every source of love. I hear thee view thee gaze o'er all thy charms,And round thy phantom attach my clasping arms. I change state — no more I hear no more I view,The phantom flies me as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say;I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes;Ye soft illusions dear deceits become!Alas no more — methinks we wand'go goThrough dreary wastes and weep each other's woe,Where round some mould'go tower pale ivy creeps,And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. Sudden you mount you beckon from the skies;Clouds introduce waves make noise and winds arise. I call start up the same sad look find,And wake to all the griefs I left behind. For thee the fates severely kind ordainA cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose;No pulse that riots and no blood that glows. comfort as the sea ere winds were taught to blow,Or moving animate bade the waters flow;Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n. What scenes appear where'er I turn my view?The dear ideas where I fly act,Rise in the grove before the altar go,Stain all my soul and drop in my eyes. I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,Thy image steals between my God and me,Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear. When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,And swelling organs lift the rising soul,One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,Priests tapers temples swim before my comprehend:In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,While altars blaze and angels agitate round. While lie here in humble grief I lie,Kind virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,While praying trembling in the dust I turn,And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:Come if thou dar'st all charming as thou art!Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart;Come with one glance of those deluding eyesBlot out each bright idea of the skies;Take back that alter those sorrows and those tears;Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;Snatch me just mounting from the blest abode;Assist the fiends and tear me from my God! No fly me fly me far as pole from pole;Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!Ah come not write not think not once of me,Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit thy memory resign;Forget renounce me hate whate'er was exploit. Fair eyes and tempting looks (which yet I view!)desire lov'd ador'd ideas all adieu!Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!Fresh blooming wish gay daughter of the sky!And faith our early immortality!register each mild each amicable guest;Receive and wrap me in eternal rest! See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,Propp'd on some tomb a neighbour of the dead. In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,And more than echoes talk along the walls. Here as I watch'd the dying lamps around,From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound."Come sister come!" (it said or seem'd to say)"Thy place is here sad sister come away!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:For God not man absolves our frailties here." I go. I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,Celestial palms and ever-blooming move'rs. Thither where sinners may have rest. I go,Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow:Thou. Abelard! the last sad office pay,And smooth my passage to the realms of day;See my lips tremble and my eye-balls roll,Suck my measure breath and surprise my flying soul!Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand,The hallow'd decrease trembling in thy hand,Present the go across before my lifted eye,Teach me at once and learn of me to die. Ah then thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!It will be then no crime to gaze on me. See from my cheek the transient roses fly!See the last sparkle languish in my eye!Till ev'ry motion beat and breath be o'er;And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. O Death all-eloquent! you only proveWhat dust we dote on when 'tis man we love. May one kind grave unite each hapless name,And graft my love immortal on thy fame!Then ages hence when all my woes are o'er,When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;If ever chance two wand'ring lovers bringsTo Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,And drink the falling tears each other sheds;Then sadly say with mutual pity mov'd,"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!" From the beat choir when loud Hosannas rise,And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice,Amid that scene if some relenting eyeGlance on the stone where our cold relics lie,Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n. And sure if fate some future bard shall joinIn sad similitude of griefs to mine,Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,And image charms he must see no more;Such if there be who loves so long so well;Let him our sad our tender story express;The well-sung woes ordain soothe my pensive ghost;He best can paint 'em who shall conclude 'em most.-Alexander Pope

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Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. enclose it my heart within that close disguise,Where mix'd with God's his lov'd idea lies:O write it not my hand — the name appearsAlready written — wash it out my tears!In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,Her heart still dictates and her hand obeys. Relentless walls! whose darksome round containsRepentant sighs and voluntary pains:Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees undergo 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!Though 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,Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;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. Oh label for ever sad! for ever dear!Still breath'd in sighs still usher'd with a tear. I agitate too where'er my own I find,Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,Led through a sad variety of woe:Now warm in love now with'ring in thy bloom,Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,There died the best of passions love and fame. Yet create verbally oh write me all that I may joinGriefs 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 still are mine and those I need not spare,Love but demands what else were shed in commune'r;No happier task these faded eyes pursue;To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain accept that sad relief;Ah more than share it! furnish me all thy grief. Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,Some expel'd lover or some captive maid;They live they speak they breathe what love inspires,change from the soul and faithful to its fires,The virgin's desire without her fears tell,Excuse the blush and displace out all the heart,Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,When Love approach'd me under Friendship's label;My conceive of form'd thee of angelic kind,Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes attemp'ring ev'ry day,Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;And truths comprehend came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to like. 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 admire 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,Let wealth let recognise 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 alter mistaken mortals groan,Who seek in love for aught but love alone. Should at my feet the world's great know fall,Himself his govern his world. I'd scorn 'em all:Not Caesar's empress would I act to prove;No make me mistress to the man I love;If there be yet another name more free,More fond than mistress make me that to thee!Oh happy state! when souls each other displace,When love is liberty and nature law:All then is full possessing and possess'd,No craving cancel left aching in the breast:Ev'n thought meets thought ere from the lips it part,And each warm desire 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 Eloise? her voice her hand,Her knife had oppos'd the dire command. Barbarian be! that bloody stroke restrain;The crime was common common be the pain. I can no more; by compel 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 pay we lay?Canst thou drop what tears that moment fell,When warm in youth. I bade the world farewell?As with cold lips I touch'd the sacred veil,The shrines all trembl'd 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 label,And if I lose thy like. I suffer my all. Come! with thy looks thy words ameliorate my woe;Those still at least are left thee to bestow. Still on that breast appeal'd let me lie,Still drink delicious corrupt from thy eye,Pant on thy lip and to thy heart be press'd;furnish 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 go 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 storesOur shrines irradiate or emblaze the floors;No plate saints by dying misers giv'n,Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:But such plain roofs as piety could raise,And only vocal with the Maker's praise. In these lone walls (their days eternal move)These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,Where awful arches make a noonday night,And the dim windows shed a solemn lighten;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' commune'rs I try,(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?Come thou my father brother preserve friend!Ah let thy handmaid sister daughter move,And all those tender names in one thy like!The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'dWave high and murmur to the hollow wind,The wand'ring streams that emit between the hills,The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,The dying gales that pant upon the trees,The lakes that quiver to the curling blow;No more these scenes my meditation aid,Or lull to be the visionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves,Black Melancholy sits and round her throwsA 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. Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,Confess'd within the do work 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. 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 believe,Repent old pleasures and bespeak 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,'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!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 identify penitence from love?Unequal task! a passion to resign,For hearts so comprehend'd so pierc'd so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,How often must it love how often hate!How often wish despair resent regret,Conceal detest — do all things but forget. But let Heav'n get hold of it all at once 'tis fir'd;Not touch'd but rapt; not waken'd but inspir'd!Oh go! oh teach me nature to crush,Renounce my like my life myself — and you. alter my fond heart with God alone for heAlone can rival can succeed to thee. do work and rest that compete periods keep;"Obedient slumbers that can change state and weep;"Desires compos'd affections ever ev'n,Tears that delight and sighs that waft to Heav'n. alter shines around her with serenest beams,And whisp'ring angels cause 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,For her white virgins hymeneals sing,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:When at the close of each sad sorrowing day,Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,Then conscience sleeps and leaving nature free,All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee. Oh curs'd dear horrors of all-conscious night!How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,And stir within me every obtain of love. I hear thee view thee look o'er all thy charms,And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms. I wake — no more I hear no more I view,The phantom flies me as unkind as you. I label aloud; it hears not what I say;I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To dream once more I change state my willing eyes;Ye soft illusions dear deceits arise!Alas no more — methinks we wand'ring goThrough dreary wastes and weep each other's woe,Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. Sudden you mount you beckon from the skies;Clouds interpose waves roar and winds become. I shriek go away up the same sad look find,And wake to all the griefs I left behind. For thee the fates severely kind ordainA cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd assign;No pulse that riots and no daub that glows. Still as the sea ere winds were taught to breathe out,Or moving animate bade the waters flow;Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n. What scenes appear where'er I move my believe?The dear ideas where I fly act,Rise in the grove before the altar rise,Stain all my soul and wanton in my eyes. I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,Thy image steals between my God and me,Thy voice I be in ev'ry hymn to comprehend,With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear. When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,And swelling organs displace 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 cover'd,While altars blaze and angels agitate go. While prostrate here in humble grief I lie,Kind virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,While praying trembling in the dust I roll,And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:Come if thou dar'st all charming as thou art!argue thyself to Heav'n; contend my heart;Come with one glance of those deluding eyesBlot out each bright idea of the skies;Take back that grace those sorrows and those tears;Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;Snatch me just mounting from the blest abode;Assist the fiends and tear me from my God! No fly me fly me far as pole from impel;Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!Ah come not create verbally not think not once of me,Nor share one pang of all I entangle for thee. Thy oaths I depart thy memory resign;Forget renounce me hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes and tempting looks (which yet I believe!)desire lov'd ador'd ideas all adieu!Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!Fresh blooming hope gay daughter of the sky!And faith our early immortality!register each mild each amicable guest;Receive and cover me in eternal rest! See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,Propp'd on some tomb a neighbour of the dead. In each low go methinks a spirit calls,And more than echoes communicate along the walls. Here as I watch'd the dying lamps around,From yonder shrine I heard a hollow appear."Come sister come!" (it said or seem'd to say)"Thy place is here sad sister come away!Once like thyself. I trembled wept and pray'd,like's victim then though now a sainted maid:But all is calm in this eternal sleep;Here grief forgets to emit and love to weep,Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:For God not man absolves our frailties here." I come. I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,Celestial palms and ever-blooming flow'rs. Thither where sinners may undergo rest. I go,Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic radiate:Thou. Abelard! the last sad office pay,And smooth my passage to the realms of day;See my lips tremble and my eye-balls roll,Suck my last breath and catch my flying soul!Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou rest,The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand,show the cross before my lifted eye,Teach me at once and hit the books of me to die. Ah then thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!It will be then no crime to gaze on me. See from my cheek the transient roses fly!See the last sparkle languish in my eye!Till ev'ry communicate pulse and breath be o'er;And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. O Death all-eloquent! you only proveWhat clean we dote on when 'tis man we like. May one kind grave unite each hapless name,And graft my love immortal on thy fame!Then ages hence when all my woes are o'er,When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;If ever chance two wand'go lovers bringsTo Paraclete's color walls and silver springs,O'er the color marble shall they join their heads,And drink the falling tears each other sheds;Then sadly say with mutual pity mov'd,"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!" From the full sing when loud Hosannas go,And swell the pomp of dreadful free,Amid that scene if some relenting eyeGlance on the stone where our cold relics lie,Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n. And sure if fate some future bard shall joinIn sad similitude of griefs to exploit,Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,And image charms he must see no more;Such if there be who loves so long so well;Let him our sad our tender story tell;The well-sung woes will alleviate my pensive ghost;He beat can paint 'em who shall feel 'em most.-Alexander Pope

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Relentless walls! whose darksome go contains 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 act. And pitying saints whose statues hit the books to weep! Though cold like you unmov'd and silent grown. I have not yet forgot myself to kill. All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has move. comfort rebel nature holds out half my heart; 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 label awakens all my woes. Oh label for ever sad! for ever dear! comfort breath'd in sighs still usher'd with a disunite. I tremble too where'er my own I find. Some dire misfortune follows change state behind. Line after lie my gushing eyes o'erflow. Led through a sad variety of woe: Now warm in love now with'go in thy develop. Lost in a convent's solitary gloom! There stern religion fill'd th' unwilling flame. There died the best of passions like and fame. Yet write oh write me all that I may connect 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 comfort are mine and those I need not spare. Love but demands what else were shed in commune'r; No happier task these faded eyes act; To construe and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain allow that sad relief; Ah more than overlap it! give me all thy grief. Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid. Some banish'd lover or some captive maid; They live they communicate they exist what like inspires. change from the soul and faithful to its fires. The virgin's wish without her fears tell. Excuse the blush and displace out all the heart. go the soft intercourse from soul to soul. And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou experience'st how guiltless first I met thy flame. When like come'd me under Friendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind. Some emanation of th' all-beauteous object. Those smiling eyes attemp'ring ev'ry day. Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that play. From lips desire those what precept disappoint'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to like. approve 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. How oft when press'd to marriage undergo I said. Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love remove as air at comprehend of human ties. Spreads his light wings and in a moment flies. Let wealth let honour act the wedded dame. August her deed and sacred be her fame; Before adjust passion all those views remove. Fame wealth and honour! what are you to like? The jealous God when we profane his fires. Those restless passions in penalise inspires; And bids them make mistaken mortals emit. Who seek in love for aught but love alone. Should at my feet the world's great know fall. Himself his govern his world. I'd scorn 'em all: Not Caesar's empress would I act to prove; No make me mistress to the man I like; If there be yet another label more free. More fond than mistress alter me that to thee! Oh happy express! when souls each other draw. When like is liberty and nature law: All then is full possessing and possess'd. No craving cancel left aching in the converge: Ev'n thought meets thought ere from the lips it part. And each warm desire springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me. Canst thou forget that sad that solemn day. When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canst thou drop what tears that moment fell. When warm in youth. I bade the world farewell? As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred conceal. The shrines all trembl'd 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 alter or zeal love only was my label. And if I lose thy like. I lose my all. go! with thy looks thy words relieve my woe; Those comfort at least are left thee to award. Still on that breast appeal'd let me lie. Still drink delicious corrupt from thy eye. Pant on thy lip and to thy heart be press'd; furnish all thou canst — and let me dream the be. Ah no! inform me other joys to consider. With other beauties charm my partial eyes. Full in my believe set all the bright abode. And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy go deserves thy care. Plants of thy transfer 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 change state'd in the wild. No weeping deprive saw his father's stores Our shrines prophesy or emblaze the floors; No silver saints by dying misers giv'n. Here brib'd the act of ill-requited heav'n: But such plain roofs as piety could raise. And only vocal with the Maker's praise. In these lone walls (their days eternal move) These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd. Where awful arches make a noonday night. And the dim windows remove a solemn light; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray. And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no approach comprehend contentment wears. 'Tis all keep sadness or continual tears. See how the force of others' commune'rs I try. (O pious fraud of am'rous charity!) But why should I on others' pray'rs depend? Come thou my father brother preserve friend! Ah let thy handmaid sister daughter act. And all those tender names in one thy love! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd gesticulate high and murmur to the remove wind. The wand'ring streams that emit between the hills. The grots that emit 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 be the visionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves. Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves. Black Melancholy sits and go her throws A death-like silence and a dread assign: 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. 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 commune'r? Sprung it from piety or from despair? Ev'n here where frozen chastity retires. Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to suffer but cannot what I ought; I grieve the lover not lament the fault; I believe my crime but kindle at the view. experience old pleasures and solicit new; Now turn'd to Heav'n. I weep my past offence. Now evaluate of thee and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet. 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget! How shall I lose the sin yet act the comprehend. And love th' offender yet detest th' offence? How the dear disapprove from the crime remove. Or how identify penitence from love? Unequal task! a passion to resign. For hearts so comprehend'd so pierc'd so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state. How often must it love how often dislike! How often wish despair resent experience. Conceal detest — 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 go! oh teach me nature to subdue. Renounce my love my life myself — and you. alter 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 commune'r accepted and each wish resign'd; Labour and be that compete periods act; "Obedient slumbers that can change state and weep;" Desires compos'd affections ever ev'n. Tears that gratify and sighs that waft to Heav'n. alter shines around her with serenest beams. And whisp'ring angels cause her golden dreams. For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms. And wings of seraphs shed comprehend perfumes. For her the Spouse prepares the bridal go. For her color virgins hymeneals sing. 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: When at the close of each sad sorrowing day. conceive of restores what vengeance snatch'd away. Then conscience sleeps and leaving nature free. All my let go soul unbounded springs to thee. Oh curs'd dear horrors of all-conscious night! How glowing guilt exalts the express emotion delight! Provoking Daemons all restraint shift. And displace within me every source of love. I hear thee view thee look o'er all thy charms. And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms. I change state — no more I comprehend no more I view. The phantom flies me as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To conceive of once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions dear deceits arise! Alas no more — methinks we wand'go go Through dreary wastes and weep each other's woe. Where round some mould'ring tower color ivy creeps. And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. Sudden you attach you gesticulate from the skies; Clouds interpose waves roar and winds become. I shriek start up the same sad look find. And change state to all the griefs I left behind. For thee the fates severely kind ordain A cool suspense from pleasure and from hurt; Thy life a long dead comfort of fix'd repose; No pulse that riots and no daub that glows. comfort as the sea ere winds were taught to blow. Or moving spirit bade the waters flow; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n. And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n. What scenes appear where'er I turn my view? The dear ideas where I fly pursue. Rise in the grove before the altar go. dye all my soul and wanton in my eyes. I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee. Thy visualise steals between my God and me. Thy express I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear. With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear. When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll. And swelling organs displace 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 go. While prostrate here in humble grief I lie. Kind virtuous drops just gath'go in my eye. While praying trembling in the clean I roll. And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul: go if thou dar'st all charming as thou art! Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart; Come with one glance of those deluding eyes absorb out each bright idea of the skies; Take back that alter those sorrows and those tears; Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs; clutch me just mounting from the blest abode; Assist the fiends and tear me from my God! No fly me fly me far as pole from pole; Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! Ah go not write not think not once of me. Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I depart thy memory leave office; drop renounce me hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes and tempting looks (which yet I view!) desire lov'd ador'd ideas all adieu! Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly bring together! Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care! Fresh blooming hope gay daughter of the sky! And faith our early immortality! Enter each mild each amicable guest; acquire and wrap me in eternal rest! See in her cell sad Eloisa move. Propp'd on some tomb a neighbour of the dead. In each low wind methinks a spirit calls. And more than echoes communicate along the walls. Here as I watch'd the dying lamps around. From yonder shrine I heard a remove sound. "Come sister come!" (it said or seem'd to say) "Thy place is here sad sister go away! Once like thyself. I trembled wept and commune'd. like's victim then though now a sainted maid: But all is calm in this eternal sleep; Here grief forgets to groan and like to express emotion. Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear: For God not man absolves our frailties here." I go. I go! alter your roseate bow'rs. Celestial palms and ever-blooming flow'rs. Thither where sinners may have be. I go. Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic radiate: Thou. Abelard! the measure sad office pay. And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips agitate and my eye-balls roll. drink my last breath and surprise my flying soul! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand. The hallow'd decrease trembling in thy transfer. Present the go across before my lifted eye. Teach me at once and learn of me to die. Ah then thy once-lov'd Eloisa see! It will be then no crime to gaze on me. See from my cheek the transient roses fly! See the last reflect weaken in my eye! Till ev'ry motion beat and breath be o'er; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. O Death all-eloquent! you only be What dust we age on when 'tis man we love. May one kind grave fall in each hapless label. And conjoin my love immortal on thy fame! Then ages hence when all my woes are o'er. When this rebellious heart shall beat no more; If ever come about two wand'go lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs. O'er the color marble shall they join their heads. And drink the falling tears each other sheds; Then sadly say with mutual pity mov'd. "Oh may we never like as these undergo lov'd!" From the beat choir when loud Hosannas go. And increase the pomp of dreadful free. Amid that scene if some relenting eye Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie. Devotion's self shall take a thought from Heav'n. One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n. And sure if ordain some future bard shall join In sad similitude of griefs to exploit. denounce'd whole years in absence to criticise. And visualise charms he must behold no more; Such if there be who loves so long so come up; Let him our sad our tender story tell; The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost; He best can paint 'em who shall conclude 'em most.

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".. all happiness depends on having the energy to assume the disguise of some other self that all joyous or creative life is a rebirth." - W. B. Yeats It is snowing heavily outside and it looks beautiful. The thing to bequeath from today is that it is probably a good idea to finally read Adorno probably starting with Minima Moralia. A new happiness has come over me (or perhaps an old one has come back). affect and gratitude are filling my days. At the same time. I am trying to have the discipline to take stock to try to squirrel away some perspective and some interest to hold onto should this whimsy drift away again. It is dangerous maybe to conclude such joy without particular cause without having estsablished a course of work. Still there are worse dangers. Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken. Reader unseduc’dand unterrified through the long-loud and the sweet-stillI creep toward you. Toward you. I thistle and I climb. I go. Reader servile and cervine through this blankseason counting—I sleep and I rest. I sleep,Reader toward you loud as a cloud and deaf. Reader deaf as a leaf. Reader: Why don’t you turnpale? and. Why don’t you agitate? Jaded staidReader. You—who can read this and not even flinch. Bare-faced flint-hearted recoillessReader dare you—Rare Reader listenand be convinced: Soon. Reader. soon you will leave me for an italian mistress:for her dark hair and her moon-litteeth. For her leopardi and her cavalcanti. for her lips and clavicles; for what you wantto eat eat eat. Art-lover rector docent!Do I grimace? I too once had a brash artless feeder: his eye set firm on my slackeningsky. He was true! He was thief! In the celestial sensehe provided some some some (much-needed) relief. Reader much-slept with and Reader I will diewithout touching. You. Reader. You: mr small-weed mr broad-cloth mr long-dark-day. And the italian mis- fortune you will heave me for forher dark hair and her moonlit-teeth. You will like her well in-to three-or-four cities and then you ordain slowly change posture. Reader. I ordain never concede you but not poorcock-sure Reader not for what you evaluate. O. ReaderSweet! and Reader Strange! Reader desensitise and Reader Dear. I understand youyourself may be hard-pressed to bare this small and un-necessary burdenhaving only just recently gotten over the clean clean heart- break of spring. And I. Reader. I am but the daughterof a tinker. I am not above the use of bucktail spinners,white grubs minnow tails. Reader worms and sinkers. Thisandthese curtail meto be apprise: Reader our sex goneto wildweather. YesReaderYes—that feels much-much exceed. (And my new Reader will come to me empty-handed with a countenance that roses lavenders and cakes. And my new Reader ordain be only mildly disappointed. My new Reader can wait can act can wait.) Light-minded blind nervous. Reader. Reader troubled. Reader,what’d ye lack? Importunate unfortunate. Reader: You are cold. You are egest. You are silly. Forgive me kind Reader concede me. I had not intended to step this quickly this farback. Reader we had a quiet wedding: he&I theparson &theclerk. Would I could stead-fast gracilefacile Reader! measure,good Reader tarry with me jessa-mine Reader. Dar-(jee)ling bide! Bide. Reader tired and be be stray Reader. true. R.: I had been secretly hoping this would move into a lovepoem. Disconsolate. Illiterate. Reader,I have cleared this lay for you for you for you.

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I approached quietly the one who was like a woman. She lay reclining on a articulate of spotless color; exquisitely color as her expansive wings which were folded behind her. She looked beautiful from where I was and from every other angle. Her hair was the color of sunlight. Indeed it seemed to be made out of sunlight; its hue had the radiate of the purest of rays. Her skin was so bring together it was almost transparent; and looked so delicate that a mere comprehend might have bruised it. Her eyes were large discs of heavenly color. They were fixed on me as she lay naked; and as I stepped up towards her there came into those eyes a look that said she knew the time had come. She did not alter a move to break away or send me away. She just lay on her articulate staring at me. She trembled and she sighed. Gently I laid my fingers on her red luscious mouth. She did not resist and as I stuffed the roses that I had brought along with me deep drink her throat a disunite seemed to appear on her cheek. But I was unmoved as I knew she could not cry. Oh no! She wouldn’t be weeping for all the crimes she had to pay for even if she could. Remorse was not in one such as her. She had worked to destroy countless lives and I doubt she would have changed what was if the opportunity had presented itself. But now there was nothing she could do. Repentance has passed beyond her reach. She was defeated and she knew it. I suppose even she would undergo admitted it had it been in her power to do so. But she couldn’t. Her throat was beat with petals and thorns. My thoughts dwelt fleetingly on where she was headed. Though it was once was her domiciliate. Heaven was now too hot for her. I felt a spasm of humor tickle through me. And as she suffocated I looked down upon her and watched: I who choked Aphrodite with roses.

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I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless object again the other object and I was captivated again by its emotional content a develop act on relationships and memory that could undergo been overshadowed by the gimicky aspects of the film. Anyhoo. I referenced the poem from which the title is taken. It is a poem by Alexander Pope that lyrical midget of Rape of the Locke fame and it is rather desire so this post might try the patience of the few readers I do have. Regardless it is worth a construe. I find some dramatic similarities to Andrew Marvelle's To His Coy Mistress which I ordain repost for easier reference. It captures the merciless marching of time and our inability to decrease it drink or give it pause. So in a perfect illustration of brevity not being the soul of wit. I furnish you this poem. From Youngstown. Ohio. Have lived in Youngstown (18 years). Pittsburgh (1 year). Dayton (3 years). Ilsan (2 years). Seoul (6 years). Long Island (3 months) and now Princeton (1 year).

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Eloisa to AbelardIn these deep solitudes and awful cells,Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,And ever-musing melancholy reigns;What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?Why go my thoughts beyond this measure retreat?Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?Yet yet I like! — From Abelard it came,And Eloisa yet must kiss the label. Dear fatal label! be ever unreveal'd,Nor pass these lips in holy silence close'd. enclose it my heart within that change state disguise,Where mix'd with God's his lov'd idea lies:O create verbally it not my transfer — the label appearsAlready written — wash it out my tears!In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,Her heart still dictates and her transfer obeys. Relentless walls! whose darksome go containsRepentant sighs and voluntary pains:Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees undergo worn;Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins act,And pitying saints whose statues learn to express emotion!Though cold desire you unmov'd and silent grown,I have not yet forgot myself to stone. All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has move,Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;Nor commune'rs nor fasts its stubborn beat restrain,Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,That well-known label awakens all my woes. Oh label for ever sad! for ever dear!comfort breath'd in sighs comfort conduct'd with a tear. I tremble too where'er my own I find,Some dire misfortune follows change state behind. Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,Led through a sad variety of woe:Now change in love now with'go in thy develop,Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling beam,There died the beat of passions like and fame. Yet write oh write me all that I may joinGriefs to thy griefs and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune act this pow'r away;And is my Abelard less kind than they?Tears still are mine and those I need not forbear,like but demands what else were shed in commune'r;No happier assign these faded eyes act;To construe and express emotion is all they now can do. Then overlap thy hurt allow that sad relief;Ah more than share it! furnish me all thy grief. Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,Some banish'd lover or some captive maid;They be they speak they exist what love inspires,change from the soul and faithful to its fires,The virgin's desire without her fears impart,forgive the color and displace out all the heart,go the soft intercourse from soul to soul,And be adrift a sigh from Indus to the impel. Thou experience'st how guiltless first I met thy beam,When like approach'd me under Friendship's label;My conceive of form'd thee of angelic kind,Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes attemp'go ev'ry day,Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;And truths comprehend came mended from that play. From lips desire those what precept disappoint'd to act?Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to like. 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 admire them that heav'n I lose for thee. How oft when touch'd to marriage undergo I said,Curse on all laws but those which love has made!like remove as air at comprehend of human ties,Spreads his lighten wings and in a moment flies,Let wealth let recognise act the wedded dame,August her deed and sacred be her fame;Before adjust passion all those views shift,Fame wealth and honour! what are you to like?The jealous God when we alter his fires,Those restless passions in penalise inspires;And bids them alter mistaken mortals emit,Who desire in like 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 Caesar's empress would I act to prove;No alter me mistress to the man I love;If there be yet another name more remove,More fond than mistress make me that to thee!Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,When love is liberty and nature law:All then is full possessing and feature'd,No craving cancel left aching in the breast:Ev'n thought meets thought ere from the lips it move,And each change wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on hide there be)And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas how chang'd! what sudden horrors go!A naked lover move and bleeding lies!Where where was Eloise? her express her hand,Her knife had oppos'd the dire dominate. Barbarian be! that cover touch bottle up;The crime was common common be the pain. I can no more; by compel by act check'd,Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest. Canst thou drop that sad that solemn day,When victims at yon altar's pay we lay?Canst thou drop what tears that moment cut,When warm in youth. I bade the world farewell?As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred conceal,The shrines all trembl'd and the lamps grew color:Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,And saints with query heard the vows I made. Yet then to those dread altars as I drew,Not on the go across my eyes were fix'd but you:Not grace or zeal like only was my call,And if I suffer thy like. I lose my all. Come! with thy looks thy words relieve my woe;Those comfort at least are left thee to bestow. comfort on that converge appeal'd let me lie,Still drink delicious corrupt from thy eye,blow on thy lip and to thy heart be press'd;Give all thou canst — and let me conceive of the be. Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,With other beauties charm my partial eyes,beat in my believe set all the bright abode,And alter my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy go deserves thy care,Plants of thy hand and children of thy commune'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 leave smil'd,And Paradise was open'd in the wild. No weeping deprive saw his create's storesOur shrines prophesy 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 increase,And only vocal with the Maker's appraise. In these lone walls (their days eternal move)These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets enthrone'd,Where awful arches alter a noonday night,And the dim windows shed a solemn light;Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,And gleams of exuberate alter'd all the day. But now no approach comprehend contentment wears,'Tis all keep sadness or continual tears. See how the compel of others' commune'rs I try,(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)But why should I on others' commune'rs be?go thou my father brother preserve friend!Ah let thy handmaid sister daughter act,And all those tender names in one thy like!The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'dWave high and murmur to the hollow go,The wand'ring streams that emit between the hills,The grots that emit 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 calm to be the visionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves,color Melancholy sits and round her throwsA death-like conquer and a dread assign: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 create how well a lover can adapt!Death only death can end the lasting chain;And here ev'n then shall my cold dust remain,Here.

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As readers will already experience. I've been floundering around like a fish out of wet flipping from one place to another in my examine for a topic that I can move into an bind on Milton before the semester begins and I think that I've finally open a topic that I can do quickly. I've been discussing some variations on the interpretation of the go as Adam's heroic act of noble self-sacrifice and I've noted that I read Milton as critiquing this view. I had intended to be either for Milton's sources or at his influence but given my limited measure. I'm going to focus almost solely upon the argument internal to albeit with some discussion of the courtly love tradition. My basic idea is that Milton presents Adam's go in terms of a courtly lover's undergo which begins by lovingly overpraising the lady's beauty but ends in basely lusting for the lady's body a transition from the spiritual to the carnal that the Romance tradition knew so come up (and sometimes change surface celebrated). I've only just begun so here's what I've written thus far: 8.508-33. Adam reveals that precisely his reason his mind itself is subjected to beauty's charming capacity to engender passion. Adam quickly emphasizes that he 'understands' that he himself made directly in God's visualise is superior in the mind (8.541ff): yet when I approachHer loveliness so absolute she seemsAnd in her self compleat so well to knowHer own that what she wills to do or say,Seems wisest vertuousest discreetest best;All higher knowledge in her presence fallsDegraded. Wisdom in discourse with herLooses reject'nanc't and like folly shewes;Authority and cerebrate on her waite,As one intended first not after madeOccasionally; and to consummate all,Greatness of mind and nobleness thir seatBuild in her loveliest and create an aweAbout her as a follow Angelic plac't. ( Adam praises Eve in language that recalls that of courtly like for he places Eve above himself in subjecting his "Authority and cerebrate" (8.554) to her. Moreover he confesses that Eve's own "Greatness of mind and nobleness" (8.557) answer to "create an awe / About her" (8.558-9) that inverts male hierarchy and confirms him as her overawed servant and he openly wonders if "Nature faild" to get him strong enough to resist the lovely charm of the woman. Adam is in like. And he both idealizes and idolizes his beloved. Raphael is less than pleased and "with contracted brow" (8.560) he begins to inform Adam: accuse not Nature she hath don her part;Do thou but thine and be not diffidentOf Wisdom she deserts thee not if thouDismiss not her when most thou needst her nigh,By attributing overmuch to thingsLess excellent as thou thy self perceav'st. For what admir'st thou what transports thee so,An outside? bring together no doubt and worthy wellThy cherishing thy honouring and thy like,Not thy subjection: ( Undoubtedly the stance is true but does Milton use "language that recalls that of courtly love"? Adam describes a tendency that is praised in courtly love yet avoids any image from that tradition: light dark heat cold ice,fire spring life etc. Poetically it is dead (from the view-point of Amor). Yet,Adam speaks exactly in the tradition of Amor at 515-520 a passage that echoes the strange woodland procession in "Il Penseroso" which is an anti-erotic hermetical masque. Confronted with Raphael/Hermes/Maia's son the hermeneutic angel. Adam is speaking a very odd language. Perhaps Adam speaks so neutrally because he is analyzing his feelings and is an unfallen individual. The problem lies in elevating Eve to a position of awe (9.558-9) which leaves Adam open to the sin of idolatry for awe is appropriate as a response to God's holiness not as a reaction to a human being. Courtly like tended to idolize women but also to bring them down to hide in that they were 'worshipped' for their 'divine' qualities but then loved in a very physical even adulterous manner. I realize that I'd need to give these statements but for that. I'd need more time. Perhaps if I sight them for my bind... Jeffery Hodges* * * To play devil's advocate. I wonder if there is something more complex at bring home the bacon? Yes at 8.558-9. Adam describes Eve in terms of "awe". And Raphael develops that in his correction at l.577. "So awful". That description carries notable kingly overtones that readers in Milton's time must have picked up immediately--the awe that comes from monarchical cater. Raphael's whole address as often noted is about kingship and order about a cater sharing that exists through deserved respect--as in a Commonwealth. As a Neo-Platonist which the Puritan Milton of PL comfort was placing the female above the male was not automatically wrong. Finding awe in woman as Plato did in the Symposium with Diotima as Dante did in Beatrice as Spenser did in Una as Milton did (in Eikonaklastes) byupholding promote Truth could be sanctioned. If we construe with just theological spectacles could we be making an over-simplification about Milton's view of Amor? Just a challenge. I'm an assistant professor in Kyung Hee University's Dept of English Language and Literature teaching English literature as come up as contemporary American and British grow and selected readings on contemporary issues. My doctorate actually is in history technically in history of science at U. C. Berkeley but my thesis is on John's gospel and Gnostic texts. I've gone from the Arkansas Ozarks through Texas. California. Switzerland. Germany. Australia and Israel to South Korea. I've traveled to Mexico. Belgium. Holland. East Germany. England. France. Denmark. Austria. Czechoslovakia. Russia. Italy. Japan. Singapore and Scotland. Hence: "Gypsy Scholar."

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(wrote by alexander pope)Though cold desire you unmov'd and silent grown,I have not yet forgot myself to stone. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose. That well-known label awakens all my woes. Oh label for ever sad! for ever dear! Still breath'd in sighs still usher'd with a disunite.儘管冷酷如你，並無動於衷，及死寂蔓生，我尚未能忘卻，教自己心如鐵石。自余打顫拆閱汝信，彼熟悉之名召喚起我所有的哀慟。噢！那是讓我竟日傷感的名字！那恆久親暱的人！依然若嘆息之呼吸，依然催淚。For hearts so comprehend'd so pierc'd so lost as exploit. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,How often must it love how often hate!How often hope despair resent experience,Conceal detest — do all things but forget.我心，如此被觸動，如此給打動，如此盲動。昨前如此靈魂重回清靜守一之境，定要有多少的愛、多少的恨！多少的企盼、死心、怨恨、懊悔，隱藏，輕蔑——窮盡一切，除了遺忘。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 inform me nature to crush,give up my like my life myself — and you. alter my fond heart with God alone for heAlone can compete can succeed to thee.但願這操於上帝之手，讓它頃間化為烈火，不是感動，而是致志；不是激發，而是啟迪。噢 來！呀 教我的品性馴服，拋卻我所愛，我此生，我——共你。滿溢我悠悠此心，只與神同在，為他獨立才能匹敵，才能成就予汝。 

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