Friday, January 3, 2003

Eloisa To Abelard Comments

Rating: 3.2

In 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?
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Chinedu Dike 09 January 2025

A beautiful rhetorical creation

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Md Shahadat Hossain 12 May 2017

amazing! I loved that poem indeed.

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Upendra Upm 12 May 2017

The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lake that quivers to the lurking breeze. Even here where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. superb thoughts. Genius mind

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Upendra Upm 12 May 2017

there died the best of passion and fame. Tears still are mine and these I need not spare. Banished lover and captive maid live, speak and breathe what love inspires. Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul and waft a sigh from Indus to pole. brilliant mind.

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 May 2017

Deep solitudes! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 12 May 2017

To read and weep.... Reminds me of the song READ 'EM AND WEEP popularized by BARRY MANILOW.... thanks for posting....

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Tiffany Joy Butler 28 February 2005

haha im 2005 years old anyyyyway. I love this poem because it has sooo much emotion built into it. It is the woman saying how much she loves him right? Well it made me think of life. And how much love has to do with life and how if you have this strong incredible memories of life in its purest form you'll remember eternally. I actaully learn about this poem from the film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind. But the film doesn't give this beautiful the justice it deserves when you read every line out LOUD! Indeed it is an amzinggg poem.. Last lines are the best! ' He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most. ' That line makes me think of a painter such as i :) who paints with love in every stroke. If I must. There was a stanza I most enjoyed here it is '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.' THis poem makes me believe that forever I will feel this love, eternal love of life even when I die. My eternal day.

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Tamara Fimmel 11 December 2004

The most amazing poem ever! !

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