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Alas! the Muses now no more inspire,
Untun'd my lute, and filent is my lyre ;
My languid numbers have forgot to flow, 230
And fancy finks beneath a weight of woe.
Ye Lesbian virgins, and ye Lesbian dames,
Themes of my verse, and objects of my flames,
No more your groves with my glad songs shall ring,
No more these hands shall touch the trembling ftring:
My Phaon's fied, and I those arts resign,

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(Wretch that I am, to call that Phaon mine!)
Return, fair youth, return, and bring along
Joy to my soul, and vigour to my song:
Abfent from thee, the Poet's flame expires; 240
But ah! how fiercely burn the Lover's fires ?
Gods! can no pray’rs, no ghs, no numbers move
One savage heart, or teach it how to love?
The winds my pray’rs, my fighs, my numbers bear,
The flying winds have lost them all in air ! 245
Oh when, alas! shall more auspicious gales
To these fond eyes restore thy welcome fails?

Non mihi respondent veteres in carmina vires. 23.0

Plectra dolore tacent : muta dolore lyra eft. Lesbides

aequoreae, nupturaque nuptaque profes; Lelbides, Aeolia nomina dicta lyra ; Leibides, infamem quae me feciftis amatae ;

Definite ad citharas turba venire meas. Abstulit omne Phaon, quod vobis ante placebat. 235

(Me miseram! dixi quam modo pene, meus !) Efficite ut redeat : vates quoque veftra redibit. Ingenio vires ille dat, ille rapit.

240 Ecquid ago precibus ? pectusne agreste movetur ?

An riget? et Zephyri verba caduca ferunt? Qui mea verba ferunt, vellem tua vela referrent.

Hoc te, fi saperes, lente, decebat opus.

If you return ah why these long delays?
Poor Sappho dies while careless Phaon stays.
O launch thy bark, nor fear the wat'ry plain ; 250
Venus for thee shall smooth her native main.
o launch thy bark, fecure of prosp'rous gales ;
Cupid for thee shall spread the swelling fails.
If you will fly (yet ah! what cause can be,
Too cruel youth, that you should fly from me ?) 255
If not from Phaon I must hope for ease,
Ah let me seek it from the raging seas:
To raging seas unpity'd l'll remove,
And either cease to live or cease to love !

Sive redis, puppique tuae votiva parantur

Munera; quid laceras pecora noftra mora ? Solve ratem : Venus orta mari, mare praeftat eunti.

Aura dabit curfum'; tu modo solve ratem. Ipfe gubernabit residens in puppe Cupido :

Ipse dabit tenera vela legetque manu. Sive juvat longe fugisse Pelasgida Sappho ;

(Non tamen invenies, cur ego digna fuga.) 255 [O faltem miserae, Crudelis, epiftola dicat :

Ut mihi Leucadiae fata petantur aquae.]

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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 calamities, they retired each to a several Convent, and confecrated 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 tenderness, occasioned those celebrated letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature, virtue and pallion.

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