How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.[333:2]
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273.
See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.[333:3]