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Nel dolce tempo della prima etade	A
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HIS SUFFERINGS SINCE HE BECAME THE SLAVE OF LOVE	B
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In the sweet season when my life was new	C
Which saw the birth and still the being sees	D
Of the fierce passion for my ill that grew	C
Fain would I sing my sorrow to appease	D
How then I lived in liberty at ease	D
While o'er my heart held slighted Love no sway	E
And how at length by too high scorn for aye	F
I sank his slave and what befell me then	G
Whereby to all a warning I remain	H
Although my sharpest pain	H
Be elsewhere written so that many a pen	G
Is tired already and in every vale	I
The echo of my heavy sighs is rife	J
Some credence forcing of my anguish'd life	J
And as her wont if here my memory fail	I
Be my long martyrdom its saving plea	K
And the one thought which so its torment made	A
As every feeling else to throw in shade	A
And make me of myself forgetful be	K
Ruling life's inmost core its bare rind left for me	K
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Long years and many had pass'd o'er my head	A
Since in Love's first assault was dealt my wound	A
And from my brow its youthful air had fled	A
While cold and cautious thoughts my heart around	A
Had made it almost adamantine ground	A
To loosen which hard passion gave no rest	A
No sorrow yet with tears had bathed my breast	A
Nor broke my sleep and what was not in mine	L
A miracle to me in others seem'd	A
Life's sure test death is deem'd	A
As cloudless eve best proves the past day fine	L
Ah me the tyrant whom I sing descried	A
Ere long his error that till then his dart	A
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart	A
And brought a puissant lady as his guide	A
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been	M
Genius or force to strive or supplicate	A
These two transform'd me to my present state	A
Making of breathing man a laurel green	N
Which loses not its leaves though wintry blasts be keen	N
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What my amaze when first I fully learn'd	A
The wondrous change upon my person done	O
And saw my thin hairs to those green leaves turn'd	A
Whence yet for them a crown I might have won	O
My feet wherewith I stood and moved and run	O
Thus to the soul the subject members bow	P
Become two roots upon the shore not now	P
Of fabled Peneus but a stream as proud	A
And stiffen'd to a branch my either arm	Q
Nor less was my alarm	Q
When next my frame white down was seen to shroud	A
While 'neath the deadly leven shatter'd lay	E
My first green hope that soar'd too proud in air	R
Because in sooth I knew not when nor where	R
I left my latter state but night and day	E
Where it was struck alone in tears I went	A
Still seeking it alwhere and in the wave	S
And for its fatal fall while able gave	S
My tongue no respite from its one lament	A
For the sad snowy swan both form and language lent	A
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Thus that loved wave my mortal speech put by	F
For birdlike song I track'd with constant feet	A
Still asking mercy with a stranger cry	F
But ne'er in tones so tender nor so sweet	A
Knew I my amorous sorrow to repeat	A
As might her hard and cruel bosom melt	A
Judge still if memory sting what then I felt	A
But ah not now the past it rather needs	T
Of her my lovely and inveterate foe	U
The present power to show	U
Though such she be all language as exceeds	T
She with a glance who rules us as her own	V
Opening my breast my heart in hand to take	W
Thus said to me Of this no mention make	W
I saw her then in alter'd air alone	V
So that I recognised her not O shame	X
Be on my truant mind and faithless sight	A
And when the truth I told her in sore fright	A
She soon resumed her old accustom'd frame	X
While desperate and half dead a hard rock mine became	X
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As spoke she o'er her mien such feeling stirr'd	A
That from the solid rock with lively fear	Y
Haply I am not what you deem I heard	A
And then methought If she but help me here	Z
No life can ever weary be or drear	Z
To make me weep return my banish'd Lord	A
I know not how but thence the power restored	A
Blaming no other than myself I went	A
And nor alive nor dead the long day past	A
But because time flies fast	A
And the pen answers ill my good intent	A
Full many a thing long written in my mind	A
I here omit and only mention such	A2
Whereat who hears them now will marvel much	A2
Death so his hand around my vitals twined	A
Not silence from its grasp my heart could save	S
Or succour to its outraged virtue bring	B2
As speech to me was a forbidden thing	B2
To paper and to ink my griefs I gave	S
Life not my own is lost through you who dig my grave	S
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I fondly thought before her eyes at length	C2
Though low and lost some mercy to obtain	H
And this the hope which lent my spirit strength	C2
Sometimes humility o'ercomes disdain	H
Sometimes inflames it to worse spite again	G
This knew I who so long was left in night	A
That from such prayers had disappear'd my light	A
Till I who sought her still nor found alas	D2
Even her shade nor of her feet a sign	L
Outwearied and supine	L
As one who midway sleeps upon the grass	D2
Threw me and there accusing the brief ray	Z
Of bitter tears I loosed the prison'd flood	A
To flow and fall to them as seem'd it good	A
Ne'er vanish'd snow before the sun away	Z
As then to melt apace it me befell	E2
Till 'neath a spreading beech a fountain swell'd	A
Long in that change my humid course I held	A
Who ever saw from Man a true fount well	E2
And yet though strange it sound things known and sure I tell	E2
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The soul from God its nobler nature gains	F2
For none save He such favour could bestow	U
And like our Maker its high state retains	F2
To pardon who is never tired nor slow	U
If but with humble heart and suppliant show	U
For mercy for past sins to Him we bend	A
And if against his wont He seem to lend	A
Awhile a cold ear to our earnest prayers	G2
'Tis that right fear the sinner more may fill	H2
For he repents but ill	H2
His old crime for another who prepares	G2
Thus when my lady while her bosom yearn'd	A
With pity deign'd to look on me and knew	C
That equal with my fault its penance grew	C
To my old state and shape I soon return'd	A
But nought there is on earth in which the wise	I2
May trust for wearying braving her afresh	J2
To rugged stone she changed my quivering flesh	J2
So that in their old strain my broken cries	I2
In vain ask'd death or told her one name to deaf skies	I2
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A sad and wandering shade I next recall	K2
Through many a distant and deserted glen	G
That long I mourn'd my indissoluble thrall	K2
At length my malady seem'd ended when	G
I to my earthly frame return'd again	G
Haply but greater grief therein to feel	L2
Still following my desire with such fond zeal	L2
That once beneath the proud sun's fiercest blaze	M2
Returning from the chase as was my wont	A
Naked where gush'd a font	A
My fair and fatal tyrant met my gaze	M2
I whom nought else could pleasure paused to look	N2
While touch'd with shame as natural as intense	O2
Herself to hide or punish my offence	O2
She o'er my face the crystal waters shook	N2
I still speak true though truth may seem a lie	F
Instantly from my proper person torn	P2
A solitary stag I felt me borne	P2
In wing d terrors the dark forest through	C
As still of my own dogs the rushing storm I flew	C
My song I never was that cloud of gold	A
Which once descended in such precious rain	H
Easing awhile with bliss Jove's amorous pain	H
I was a flame kindled by one bright eye	F
I was the bird which gladly soar'd on high	F
Exalting her whose praise in song I wake	W
Nor for new fancies knew I to forsake	W
My first fond laurel 'neath whose welcome shade	A
Ever from my firm heart all meaner pleasures fade	A
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MACGREGOR	Z

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