A nineteenth century, and familiar history of the lives, loves, misfortunes, of Abeillard and Heloisa; a poem - Tapa blanda

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1819 Excerpt: ... ABEILLARD # HELOISA. CANTO VI. Blow soft, ye sweet, ye murm'ring gales, Whilst I breathe on some am'rous tales, And gently steal them on the ear Of ev'ry lover far and near; Aid me, ye sympathetic pow'rs! Who ought to be "At Home," all hours, With heart's-ease crown'd, and other flow'rs 1--And yet, I mournful strains rehearse, Though in the merriest sort of verse,----For in the world there's so much sorrow, We laugh to-day and cry to-morrow,--And in this restless state of things, Each hour to us fresh wishes brings; The Regent wishes to be quiet, Hunt and Gale Jones to breed a riot; The outs, 'tis clear wish to be in, The ins to do away their din, The people wish for liberty, Petitioners redress and pity; Old maids wish husbands--as resources, Some husbands wish for quick divorces; All actors wish good benefits,--Then creditors straight push for quits; Etonians on the highway halt, Thus wishing to collect some salt; The owners of our gay Vauxhall Wish for fine weather, and no squall,--The hackney coachmen wish it foul,--And I declare, upon my soul, I wish five hundred pounds a year, Just to make all things straight and clear,--(For though Lord Green Bag still may flout me, He knows he cannot do without me!) Thus mankind have as many wishes As at a city feast--are dishes!--But Abeiiaard had only one, And that was Heloise, alone,--And he of all mankind her pleasure, Hence all things else were deem'd no treasure. Oh! that we'd elegance and grace To varnish o'er this serious case, That e'en the strictest, primmest prude, Might then exclaim, Oh! you're too good!--And yet, methinks, some say, Hush! hush! You'll put the ladies to the blush; To such I'd say, Dear Sirs! I hope I'm ten times decenter than Pope, And I'll aver, or have it hinted, Such poison never shou...