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Not all the tresses that fair-head can boast,
Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost.
For after all the murders of your eye,
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die;
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust;
This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name,

ELOISA TO ABELARD.

ARGUMENT. Abelard and Eloisa flourished in the twelfth century; they

were two of the most distinguished persons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate passion. After a long course of calainities, they retired each to a several convent, and consecrated the remainder of their days to religion. It was many years after this separation that a letter of Abelard's to a friend, which contained the history of his misfortune, fell into the hands of Eloisa. This awakening all her teuderness, occasioned those celebrated letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which give so lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature, virtue and passion.

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heavenly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-masing melancholy reigns,
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins ?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love !-From Abelard it came,
And Eloïsa yet must kiss the name.

Dear fatal name! rest ever upreveal'd,
Nor pass these lips, in holy silence seal'd:
Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
Where, mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:

write it not, my hand the name appears
Already written-wash it out, my tears !
In vain lost Eloïsa weeps and prays,
Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.

Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains
Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees bave worn ;-
Ye grots aud caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!
Shrines! where their vigils pale-eyed virgins keep,
And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!
Though cold like you, tinmov'd and silent grown,
I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
All is not 'Heaven's while Abelard has part,
Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;
Nor prayers nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,
Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain.

Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That wellknown 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 withering in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom! There stern religion quench'd the' unwilling flame; There died the best of passions, love and fame.

Yet write, O write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away ; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare, Love but demands what else were shed in pray'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 breathe what love in

i spires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its tires ;
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
Aud 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,

name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind, Some emanation of the’all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attempering every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Gniltless I gaz'd; Heay'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 sight of human ties, Spreads bis light wings, and in a moment fies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame;

Before true passion all those views remore ;
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to love
The jealous god, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires,
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for anght but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all;
Not Cæsar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love ;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
O, happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature law :
All then is full, possessing and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast : ,
Ev’n thought meets thought, ere from the lipsit party
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss, (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me.

Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise !
A paked lover bound and bleeding lies !
Where, where was Eloise ? her voice, her hand,
Her poviard had oppos'd the dire command..
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was cominon, common be the pain.
I can no more; by shame, by rage suppressid,
Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest.

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

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