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14268 | And again:"What? |
14268 | And then, when the wedges of doubt have, as it were, been driven into the citadels of our minds through these gateways, where will be its liberty? |
14268 | Did the judges realize that the error might be theirs rather than his?" |
14268 | For our adversary goes about as a roaring lion seeking what he may devour, and do you still think of peace? |
14268 | Full often did I repeat the lament of St. Anthony:"Kindly Jesus, where wert Thou?" |
14268 | Has fortune such power To smite so lofty a head? |
14268 | His incredible industry resulted in such a mass of Writings that Jerome himself asked in despair,"Which of us can read all that he has written?" |
14268 | Is it not called more rightly the altar of Him who receives than of Him who makes the sacrifice? |
14268 | One asks instantly: What cord?--Whether Grace, for instance, or Free Will? |
14268 | What followed? |
14268 | What is a species: what is a genus or a family or an order? |
14268 | What path lay open to me thereafter? |
14268 | What wonder is it, then, if to that Person to Whom the apostle assigned a spiritual temple we should dedicate a material one? |
14268 | Who can endure the continual untidiness of children? |
14268 | Who would presume to erase from above the door the name of him who is the master of the house? |
14268 | Why then was I wedded Only to bring thee to woe? |
14268 | know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?" |
14268 | where its fortitude? |
14268 | where its thought of God? |
37865 | Dear mother, with such burning After my love he''s yearning, Ungrateful can I be? 37865 For what harmony is there,"she asks,"between a scholar and a nurse, a writing- desk and a cradle, books and spinning- wheels? |
37865 | How is it that you lived, and what is it that you did? |
37865 | Nay, I trust to rule a knight in armor; How then should I listen to a farmer? 37865 Nay, mother, what is God?" |
37865 | Sire,he replied,"how could I sing unless I loved?" |
37865 | What harm can happen to me, since my lady is gracious? 37865 What if she refuses me?" |
37865 | Who gave you the right to lock up my gown? |
37865 | Who, when you walked abroad, did not hurry to look at you, rising on tiptoe and with straining eyes? |
37865 | Why should I not be angry at his insolence? 37865 You little grasshopper, whither wilt thou hop away from the nest? |
37865 | A cry of exultant renunciation of the wilds of life''s ocean, and of contentment at the holy calm in the bosom of the church? |
37865 | And again:"Did you ever see so gay a peasant as he is? |
37865 | And still a third, while eating at a bishop''s table, loosened his girdle? |
37865 | And what has this old German gallant to say of himself? |
37865 | At this last moment is she hesitating? |
37865 | Can it have been the increase in the culture of the Virgin, that beautiful and beneficent phase of mediæval religion? |
37865 | Compare an earlier lover''s cry in the loveliest of French romances:"What is there in heaven for me? |
37865 | Did they step forward to meet him? |
37865 | Does he believe she feels herself disgraced by this relation? |
37865 | Does he no longer attract her? |
37865 | Fated to make thee wretched, why did I Become thy wife? |
37865 | Fie, who brought him here? |
37865 | God? |
37865 | Has he made a mistake? |
37865 | Has not a rich man ridden over the field of his god- father? |
37865 | Has not another rich man eaten bread with crullers? |
37865 | Has the world renewed its hold upon her? |
37865 | He is haunted by the secret of life:"How is the soul made? |
37865 | He selected a master, but Fleur, when he was bidden to study, burst into tears and cried,"Sire, what will Blanchefleur do? |
37865 | Her lips part, and what will be her last words as a lady of the world? |
37865 | How does the soul deserve God''s wrath before it is born?" |
37865 | How may I her favors gain? |
37865 | If laymen and gentiles have lived thus continently, bound by no religious profession, what does it become a clerk and a canon to do? |
37865 | Indeed this was all the contentment which the blushing young knight desired:"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?" |
37865 | Is he sacrificing himself for her? |
37865 | Is it possible that the anonymous heroine heard of such trivial infidelities? |
37865 | May we go farther, and say that her spirit did adjust itself to its new conditions, and lose its pain in a submissive piety? |
37865 | Nothing? |
37865 | Or was it the Crusades? |
37865 | Poor clumsy louts, how can the girls endure them? |
37865 | Prithee, answer; Is it maid or is it man? |
37865 | Shall the birds lose their happiness because of me?" |
37865 | She kissed his lips:"Why am I opposing highest God? |
37865 | Sir, can love from care beguile us And our sorrowing distress? |
37865 | Sir, what is love? |
37865 | So when the guest appeared,"Did the woman and the man cry''Welcome back, Helmbrecht''? |
37865 | Some scriptural exhortation to her friends to follow her as she follows Christ? |
37865 | Sweet, love is so strong and mighty That all countries own her sway; Who can speak her power rightly? |
37865 | This happened three times; and yet, guileless Ulrich, you had no glimmering that perhaps it was a joke? |
37865 | This will cure you( I assure you) Of all sorrows, all alarms; What alloy In his joy On whom white and pretty arms Bestow their charms? |
37865 | Unwomanly does it appear, this unwillingness of Heloise to become her lover''s wife? |
37865 | Was it all for nothing these ceremonial disciplines? |
37865 | What did the child do? |
37865 | What if Wordsworth had tried to support himself and win fame by singing at castles? |
37865 | What if the rustic lad gives me a shove? |
37865 | What least joy may ye impart, She so dear and good denied me? |
37865 | What other love- letters equal the intensity, the tenderness, the womanliness of these final appeals for the broken love? |
37865 | What region is thy heritance?" |
37865 | What though this friend believed that the lady cared for him? |
37865 | What though wealth exalt thy name? |
37865 | What, not go back with so much to do? |
37865 | When life some pleasure gives, In tears my heart will scan My face, and tell its smart; How then can pleasure stay? |
37865 | Where''s the key? |
37865 | Who can doubt that he did-- that every deep nature always has? |
37865 | Who will teach her? |
37865 | Why is it worth while to introduce to English readers this peasant tale of the middle ages? |
37865 | Will she snatch herself from God? |
37865 | With fair living reconcile us, Gaiety and worthiness? |
37865 | Yet why should he manifest such reserve, at the same time that he mentions the subject so constantly, referring to it long after he has left Bavaria? |
37865 | [ 4] We recall his great countryman''s modern cry:"Wohin es geht, wer weiss es? |
35977 | ( this is the last time I shall use that expression) shall I never see you again? |
35977 | **_ Qua conjugata, que virgo non concupiscebat absentem,& non exardescebat in presentem? |
35977 | After this can I hope God should open to me the treasures of his mercy? |
35977 | Ah? |
35977 | All who are about me admired my virtue, but could their eyes penetrate into my heart, what would they not discover? |
35977 | And do you question either? |
35977 | And love th''offender, yet detest th''offence? |
35977 | And must I use any other prayers than my own to prevail upon you? |
35977 | And what a happiness is it, not to be in a capacity of sinning? |
35977 | And what time shall I find for those prayers you speak of? |
35977 | And yet we can be saved by nothing but the Cross, why then do we refuse to bear it? |
35977 | And, can you believe it,_ Philintus_? |
35977 | Are not interest and policy their only rules? |
35977 | Are these the wishes of my inmost soul? |
35977 | Are we not already sufficiently miserable? |
35977 | But can you be sure marriage will not be the tomb of her love? |
35977 | But do you owe nothing more to us than to that friend, be the friendship between you ever so intimate? |
35977 | But do you,_ Abelard_, never see_ Heloise_ in your sleep? |
35977 | But how barbarous was your punishment? |
35977 | But how difficult is this in the trouble which surrounds me? |
35977 | But how much did my curiosity cost me? |
35977 | But if you do not continue your concern for me, If I lose your affection, what have I gained by my imprisonment? |
35977 | But to what purpose dost thou still arm thyself against me? |
35977 | But what could resist you? |
35977 | But what do I say? |
35977 | But what excuses could I not find in you, if the crime were excusable? |
35977 | But what have I gained by this? |
35977 | But what is there for you to fear? |
35977 | But what secret trouble rises in my soul, what unthought- of motion opposes the resolution I formed of sighing no more for_ Abelard_? |
35977 | But when love has once been sincere, how difficult it is to determine to love no more? |
35977 | But whence, arose that pray''r? |
35977 | But whither am I transported? |
35977 | But whither does my vain imagination carry me? |
35977 | But why should I intreat you in the name of your children? |
35977 | But why should I on others''prayers depend? |
35977 | But why should I rave at your assassins? |
35977 | But, in this article of consolation, how comes it to pass that he makes no mention of_ Heloise_? |
35977 | But, tell me, whence proceeds your neglect of me since my being professed? |
35977 | Can any one sin who is persuaded of this? |
35977 | Can it be criminal for you to imitate St. Jerome, and discourse with me concerning the Scripture? |
35977 | Can not this habit of penitence which I wear interest Heaven to treat me more favourably? |
35977 | Can so heavy a misfortune leave me a moment''s quiet? |
35977 | Can you think that the traces you have drawn in my heart can ever be worn out? |
35977 | Canst thou behold those lovely eyes without recollecting those amorous glances which have been so fatal to thee? |
35977 | Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar''s foot we lay? |
35977 | Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell? |
35977 | Could I not more easily comfort myself in my afflictions? |
35977 | Could an outrageous husband make a villain suffer more that had dishonoured his bed? |
35977 | Could you ever retire but you drew the eyes and hearts of all after you? |
35977 | Could you imagine it possible for any mortal to blot you from my heart? |
35977 | Could you think me guilty of sacrificing the virtuous and learned_ Abelard_ to any other but to God? |
35977 | Did not every one rejoice in having seen you? |
35977 | Did not the apprehension of causing my present death make the pen drop from your hand? |
35977 | Did you write thus to me before Fortune had ruined my happiness? |
35977 | Do fathers consult the inclinations of their children when they settle them? |
35977 | Do n''t you know, that there is no action of life which draws after it so sure and long a repentance, and to so little purpose? |
35977 | Do you now,_ Heloise_, applaud my design of making you walk in the steps of the saints? |
35977 | Do you think learning ought to make_ Heloise_ more amiable? |
35977 | Does thy grace or my own despair draw these words from me? |
35977 | Does_ Abelard_ then, said I, suspect he shall see renewed in me the example of Lot''s wife, who could not forbear looking back when she left Sodom? |
35977 | Dost thou still nourish this destructive flame? |
35977 | For if my conversion was sincere, how could I take a pleasure to relate my past follies? |
35977 | Fulbert surprised me with_ Heloise_, and what man that had a soul in him would not have borne any ignominy on the same conditions? |
35977 | Has Vice such charms to well- born souls? |
35977 | Hath not our Saviour borne it before us, and died for us, to the end that we might also bear it and desire to die also? |
35977 | Have I not tired out his forgiveness? |
35977 | Have not the gentle rules of Peace and Heav''n, From thy soft soul this fatal passion driv''n? |
35977 | Have you purchased your vocation at so slight a rate, as that you should not turn it to the best advantage? |
35977 | How can I do that when you frighten me with apprehensions that continually possess my mind day and night? |
35977 | How can I separate from the person I love the passion I must detest? |
35977 | How did I deceive myself with the hopes that you would be wholly mine when I took the veil, and engaged myself to live for ever under your laws? |
35977 | How difficult is it to fight always for duty against inclination? |
35977 | How happy is the blameless Vestal''s lot? |
35977 | How happy should I be could I wash out with my tears the memory of those pleasures which yet I think of with delight? |
35977 | How little is that? |
35977 | How many ladies laid claim to them? |
35977 | How much better were it entirely to forget the object of it, than to preserve the memory of it, so fatal to the quiet of my life and salvation? |
35977 | How much did I wrong you, and what weakness did I impute to you? |
35977 | How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love? |
35977 | How unhappy am I? |
35977 | How void of reason are men, said Seneca, to make distant evils present by reflection, and to take pains before death to lose all the comforts of life? |
35977 | How weak are we in ourselves, if we do not support ourselves on the cross of Christ? |
35977 | How would my enemies, Champeaux and Anselm, have triumphed, had they seen the redoubted philosopher in such a wretched condition? |
35977 | I could meet him at all his assignations, and would I decline following him to the feats of holiness? |
35977 | I dote on the danger which threatens me, how then can I avoid falling? |
35977 | I have armed my own hands against myself? |
35977 | I have made them in the presence of God; whither shall I fly from his wrath if I violate them? |
35977 | I reproach myself for my own faults, I accuse you for yours, and to what purpose? |
35977 | I said to myself, there was a time when he could rely upon my bare word, and does he now want vows to secure himself of me? |
35977 | I tear myself from all that pleases me? |
35977 | I thought you disengaged and free; And can you still, still sigh and weep for me? |
35977 | I was young;--could she show an infallibility to those vows which my heart never formed for any but herself? |
35977 | I who have not refused to be a victim of pleasure to gratify him, can he think I would refuse to be a sacrifice of honour to obey him? |
35977 | If I had loved pleasures, could I not yet have found means to have gratified myself? |
35977 | If a picture, which is but a mute representation of an object, can give such pleasure, what can not letters inspire? |
35977 | If the memory of him has caused thee so much trouble,_ Heloise_, what will not his presence do? |
35977 | Is it not your part to prepare me, by your powerful exhortations against that great crisis, which shakes the most resolute and confirmed minds? |
35977 | Is it not your part to receive my last sighs; take care of my funeral, and give an account of my manners and faith? |
35977 | Is it possible I should fear obtaining any thing of you, when I ask it in my own name? |
35977 | Is it possible a genius so great as yours should never get above his past misfortunes? |
35977 | Is it possible that_ Abelard_ should in earnest think of marrying_ Heloise_? |
35977 | Is it possible to renounce one''s self entirely at the age of two and twenty? |
35977 | Is it so hard for one who loves to write? |
35977 | Is not your soul ravished at so saving a command? |
35977 | Is this a state of reprobation? |
35977 | Is this discourse directed to my dear_ Abelard_? |
35977 | It is for you for_ Abelard_, that I have resolved to live; if you are ravished from me, what use can I make of my miserable days? |
35977 | Lucille( for that was her name) taking me aside one day, said, What do you intend, brother? |
35977 | Marriage has made such a correspondence lawful; and since you can, without giving the least scandal, satisfy me, why will you not? |
35977 | Might not a small temptation have changed you? |
35977 | Might not a young woman, at the noise of the flames, and the fall of Sodom, look back, and pity some one person? |
35977 | Must I renounce my vows? |
35977 | Must a weak mind fortify one that is so much superior? |
35977 | Must a wife draw on you that punishment which ought not to fall on any but an adulterous lover? |
35977 | My reputation had spread itself every where; and could a virtuous lady resist a man that had confounded all the learned of the age? |
35977 | Nor foes nor fortune take this pow''r away; And is my_ Abelard_ less kind than they? |
35977 | Or did you believe yourself a greater master to teach vice than virtue, or did you think it was more easy to persuade me to the first than the latter? |
35977 | Ought this to seem strange to you, who know how monasteries are filled now- a- days? |
35977 | Our life here is but a languishing death? |
35977 | Our present disgraces are sufficient to employ our thoughts continually, and shall we seek new arguments of grief in futurities? |
35977 | Remember what St._ Paul_ says,_ Art thou loosed from a wife? |
35977 | Shall the laws and customs which the gross and carnal world has invented hold us together more surely than the bonds of mutual affection? |
35977 | Shall this be the fruit of my meditations? |
35977 | Shall we have so little courage, and shall that uncertainty your heart labours with, of serving two masters, affect mine too? |
35977 | Sprung it from piety, or from despair? |
35977 | The wounds I have already received leave no room for new ones; why can not I urge thee to kill me? |
35977 | Then too, when Fate shall thy fair frame destroy? |
35977 | These tender names, can not they move you? |
35977 | Thou dost not give me any respite? |
35977 | Thus those songs will be sung in honour of other women which you designed only for me? |
35977 | Transform''d like these pale swarms that round me move, Of blest insensibles-- who know no love? |
35977 | Was it not the sole view of pleasure which engaged you to me? |
35977 | Was not your Treatise of Divinity condemned to be burnt? |
35977 | Were you not threatened with perpetual imprisonment? |
35977 | What a fool am I to tell you my dreams, who are sensible of these pleasures? |
35977 | What a haven of rest is this to a jealous mind? |
35977 | What a prodigy am I? |
35977 | What a storm was raised against you by the treacherous monks, when you did them the honour to be called their Brother? |
35977 | What abhorrence can I be said to have of my sins, if the objects of them are always amiable to me? |
35977 | What an injury shall I do the Church? |
35977 | What an odd fight will it be to see maids and scholars, desks and cradles, books and distaffs, pens and spindles, one among another? |
35977 | What answer can you make? |
35977 | What can not you induce a heart to, whose weakness you so perfectly know? |
35977 | What country, what city, has not desired your presence? |
35977 | What curse may I not justly fear, should I rob the world of so eminent a person as you are? |
35977 | What did I not say to stop your tears? |
35977 | What did not those two false prophets** accuse you of, who declaimed so severely against you before the Council of Sens? |
35977 | What doth thou say, wretched_ Heloise_? |
35977 | What efforts, what relapses, what agitations, do we undergo? |
35977 | What great advantages would philosophy give us over other men, if by studying it we could learn to govern our passions? |
35977 | What have I not suffered,_ Abelard_, while I kept alive in my retirement those fires which ruined me in the world? |
35977 | What have I to hope for after this loss of you? |
35977 | What means have I not used? |
35977 | What occasion had you to praise me? |
35977 | What occasion have I given him in the whole course of my life to admit the least suspicion? |
35977 | What powerful Deity, what hallow''d Shrine, Can save me from a love, a faith like thine? |
35977 | What progress might one make in the ways of virtue, who is not obliged to fight an enemy for every foot of ground? |
35977 | What recompense can I hope for? |
35977 | What right had a cruel uncle over us? |
35977 | What rivals did your gallantries of this kind occasion me? |
35977 | What scandals were vented on occasion of the name Paraclete given to your chapel? |
35977 | What would the world say should they read your letters as I do? |
35977 | When I am in this condition, why dost not thou, O Lord, pity my weakness, and strengthen me by thy grace? |
35977 | When I but think of this last separation; I feel all the pangs of death; what shall I be then, if I should see this dreadful hour? |
35977 | When I had settled her here, can you believe it,_ Philintus_? |
35977 | When love is liberty, and nature law, All then is full possessing and possess''d, No craving void left akeing in the breast? |
35977 | Where heav''nly- pensive Contemplation dwells, And ever- musing Melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a Vestal''s veins? |
35977 | Where was I? |
35977 | Where was your_ Heloise_ then? |
35977 | Where, where was_ Eloisa_? |
35977 | Who does not know that it is for the glory of God to find no other foundation in man for his mercy than man''s very weakness? |
35977 | Why did you not deceive me for a while, rather than immediately abandon me? |
35977 | Why do you not deal after this manner with me? |
35977 | Why feels my heart its long- forgotten beat? |
35977 | Why provoke a jealous God by a blasphemy? |
35977 | Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? |
35977 | Why should I conceal from you the secret of my call? |
35977 | Why should I only reap no advantage from your learning? |
35977 | Why should you use eloquence to reproach me for my flight, and for my silence? |
35977 | Why was I born to be the occasion of so tragical an accident? |
35977 | Will it not be more agreeable to me, said she, to see myself your mistress than your wife? |
35977 | Will she not be a woman? |
35977 | Will the tears I shed be sufficient to render it odious to me? |
35977 | Will you have the cruelty to abandon me? |
35977 | Will you marry her then? |
35977 | With what ease did you compose verses? |
35977 | Would I its soft, its tend''rest sense controul? |
35977 | Would I, thus touch''d, this glowing heart refine, To the cold substance of this marble shrine? |
35977 | Would you destroy my piety in its infant- state? |
35977 | Would you have me forsake the convent into which I am but newly entered? |
35977 | Would you have me stifle the inspirations of the Holy Ghost? |
35977 | Ye holy mansions, ye impenetrable retreats, from what numberless apprehensions have you freed me? |
35977 | You are no longer of the world; you have renounced it; I am a Religious, devoted to solitude; shall we make no advantage of our condition? |
35977 | You can not but remember,( for what do not lovers remember?) |
35977 | You have quitted the world, and what object was worthy to detain you there? |
35977 | You may adore all this if you please; but not to flatter you, what is beauty but a flower, which may be blasted by the least fit of sickness? |
35977 | You tell me, that it is for me you live under that veil which covers you; why do you profane your vocation with such words? |
35977 | _ Job_ had no enemy more cruel than his wife: what temptations did he not bear? |
35977 | and do you not wish you could like Magdalen, wash our Saviour''s feet with your tears? |
35977 | and has not my tenderness, by leaving you nothing to wish for, extinguished your desires? |
35977 | and how could you describe them to me? |
35977 | and how long are we tossed in this confusion, unable to exert our reason, to possess our souls, or to rule our affections? |
35977 | and how was I surprised to find the whole letter filled with a particular and melancholy account of our misfortunes? |
35977 | and what a shame and disparagement will it be to you, whom Nature has fitted for the public good, to devote yourself entirely to a wife? |
35977 | and why? |
35977 | and will not love have more power than marriage to keep our hearts firmly united? |
35977 | and, when we have once drank of the cup of sinners, is it with such difficulty that we take the chalice of saints? |
35977 | are you deaf to his voice? |
35977 | are you insensible to words so full of kindness? |
35977 | art thou still the same? |
35977 | at an age which claims the most absolute liberty, could you think the world no longer worthy of your regard? |
35977 | but how humbled ought we to be when we can not master them? |
35977 | can I never free myself from those chains which bind me to him? |
35977 | can my feeble reason resist such powerful assaults? |
35977 | can we dare to offend thee? |
35977 | canst thou view that majestic air of_ Abelard_ without entertaining a jealousy of every one that sees so charming a man? |
35977 | do my words give you any relish for penitence? |
35977 | do you acquaint me with a thing so certain to afflict me? |
35977 | do you doubt? |
35977 | do you entertain her with the same language as formerly when Fulbert committed her to your care? |
35977 | does not the love of_ Heloise_ still burn in my heart_?_ I have not yet triumphed over that happy passion. |
35977 | dost thou know what thou desirest? |
35977 | for what hast thou to dread? |
35977 | hast thou not persecuted me enough? |
35977 | have I not yet triumphed over my love? |
35977 | have you not remorse for your wanderings? |
35977 | how does she appear to you? |
35977 | how far are we from such a happy temper? |
35977 | how much shall I disoblige the learned? |
35977 | how was it possible I should not be certain of your merit? |
35977 | how will it be possible for thee to keep thy reason at the sight of so amiable a man? |
35977 | in what temper did you conceive these mournful ideas? |
35977 | must we aggravate our sorrows? |
35977 | my memory is perpetually filled with bitter remembrances of past evils, and are there more to be feared still? |
35977 | one that practices all those virtues he teaches? |
35977 | or St. Austin, and explain to me the nature of grace? |
35977 | or Tertullian, and preach mortification? |
35977 | or are these the consequences of a long drunkenness in profane love? |
35977 | or dost thou fear, amidst the numerous torments thou heapest on me, dost thou fear that such a stroke would deliver me from all? |
35977 | or how bear up against my grief? |
35977 | or that any length of time can obliterate the memory we have here of your benefits? |
35977 | pursued I, dost thou not almost despair for having rioted in such false pleasure? |
35977 | shall I never have the pleasure of embracing you before death? |
35977 | shall I, to soothe you dry up those tears which the evil spirit makes you shed? |
35977 | shall my_ Abelard_ be never mentioned without tears? |
35977 | shall thy dear name be never spoken but with sighs? |
35977 | shall_ Abelard_ always possess my thoughts? |
35977 | that mouth, which can not be looked upon without desire? |
35977 | what are you to love? |
35977 | what can I then hope for? |
35977 | what can confine me to earth when Death shall have taken away from me all that was dear upon it? |
35977 | what desires will it not excite in thy soul? |
35977 | what disturbance did it occasion? |
35977 | what folly is it to talk at this rate? |
35977 | what lamentations should I make, if Heaven, by a cruel pity, should preserve me till that moment? |
35977 | what means this most cruel and unjust distinction? |
35977 | what other rival could take me from you? |
35977 | when you awake are you pleased or sorry? |
35977 | where is that happy time fled? |
35977 | whither does the excess of passion hurry me? |
35977 | why did you place the name of_ Heloise_ before that of_ Abelard_? |
35977 | will you hasten it? |