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    relentless walls! whose darksome round contains
    repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:
    ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
    ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!
    shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,
    and pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!
    though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown,
    i have not yet forgot myself to stone.
    all is not heav'n's while abelard has part,
    still rebel nature holds out half my heart;
    nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,
    nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain.
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