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I' vo pensando e nel pensier m' assale	A
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SELF CONFLICT	B
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Ceaseless I think and in each wasting thought	C
So strong a pity for myself appears	D
That often it has brought	C
My harass'd heart to new yet natural tears	E
Seeing each day my end of life draw nigh	F
Instant in prayer I ask of God the wings	G
With which the spirit springs	G
Freed from its mortal coil to bliss on high	F
But nothing to this hour prayer tear or sigh	F
Whatever man could do my hopes sustain	H
And so indeed in justice should it be	I
Able to stay who went and fell that he	I
Should prostrate in his own despite remain	H
But lo the tender arms	J
In which I trust are open to me still	A
Though fears my bosom fill	A
Of others' fate and my own heart alarms	J
Which worldly feelings spur haply to utmost ill	A
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One thought thus parleys with my troubled mind	K
What still do you desire whence succour wait	L
Ah wherefore to this great	L
This guilty loss of time so madly blind	K
Take up at length wisely take up your part	M
Tear every root of pleasure from your heart	M
Which ne'er can make it blest	N
Nor lets it freely play nor calmly rest	N
If long ago with tedium and disgust	O
You view'd the false and fugitive delights	P
With which its tools a treacherous world requites	P
Why longer then repose in it your trust	O
Whence peace and firmness are in exile thrust	O
While life and vigour stay	Q
The bridle of your thoughts is in your power	R
Grasp guide it while you may	Q
So clogg'd with doubt so dangerous is delay	Q
The best for wise reform is still the present hour	R
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Well known to you what rapture still has been	S
Shed on your eyes by the dear sight of her	R
Whom for your peace it were	R
Better if she the light had never seen	T
And you remember well as well you ought	C
Her image when as with one conquering bound	U
Your heart in prey she caught	V
Where flame from other light no entrance found	U
She fired it and if that fallacious heat	W
Lasted long years expecting still one day	Q
Which for our safety came not to repay	Q
It lifts you now to hope more blest and sweet	W
Uplooking to that heaven around your head	X
Immortal glorious spread	X
If but a glance a brief word an old song	Y
Had here such power to charm	Z
Your eager passion glad of its own harm	Z
How far 'twill then exceed if now the joy so strong	Y
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Another thought the while severe and sweet	W
Laborious yet delectable in scope	A2
Takes in my heart its seat	W
Filling with glory feeding it with hope	A2
Till bent alone on bright and deathless fame	B2
It feels not when I freeze or burn in flame	B2
When I am pale or ill	A
And if I crush it rises stronger still	A
This from my helpless cradle day by day	Q
Has strengthen'd with my strength grown with my growth	C2
Till haply now one tomb must cover both	C2
When from the flesh the soul has pass'd away	Q
No more this passion comrades it as here	D2
For fame if after death	E2
Learning speak aught of me is but a breath	E2
Wherefore because I fear	F2
Hopes to indulge which the next hour may chase	P
I would old error leave and the one truth embrace	P
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But the third wish which fills and fires my heart	M
O'ershadows all the rest which near it spring	G2
Time too dispels a part	M
While but for her self reckless grown I sing	G2
And then the rare light of those beauteous eyes	P
Sweetly before whose gentle heat I melt	H2
As a fine curb is felt	H2
To combat which avails not wit or force	P
What boots it trammell'd by such adverse ties	P
If still between the rocks must lie her course	P
To trim my little bark to new emprize	P
Ah wilt Thou never Lord who yet dost keep	I2
Me safe and free from common chains which bind	K
In different modes mankind	K
Deign also from my brow this shame to sweep	I2
For as one sunk in sleep	I2
Methinks death ever present to my sight	J2
Yet when I would resist I have no arms to fight	J2
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Full well I see my state in nought deceived	K2
By truth ill known but rather forced by Love	L2
Who leaves not him to move	M2
In honour who too much his grace believed	K2
For o'er my heart from time to time I feel	A
A subtle scorn a lively anguish steal	A
Whence every hidden thought	C
Where all may see upon my brow is writ	N2
For with such faith on mortal things to dote	O2
As unto God alone is just and fit	N2
Disgraces worst the prize who covets most	P2
Should reason amid things of sense be lost	Q2
This loudly calls her to the proper track	R2
But when she would obey	Q
And home return ill habits keep her back	R2
And to my view portray	Q
Her who was only born my death to be	I
Too lovely in herself too loved alas by me	I
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I neither know to me what term of life	S2
Heaven destined when on earth I came at first	T2
To suffer this sharp strife	S2
'Gainst my own peace which I myself have nursed	T2
Nor can I for the veil my body throws	P
Yet see the time when my sad life may close	P
I feel my frame begin	S
To fail and vary each desire within	S
And now that I believe my parting day	Q
Is near at hand or else not distant lies	P
Like one whom losses wary make and wise	P
I travel back in thought where first the way	Q
The right hand way I left to peace which led	X
While through me shame and grief	U2
Recalling the vain past on this side spread	X
On that brings no relief	U2
Passion whose strength I now from habit feel	A
So great that it would dare with death itself to deal	A
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Song I am here my heart the while more cold	V2
With fear than frozen snow	W2
Feels in its certain core death's coming blow	W2
For thus in weak self communing has roll'd	V2
Of my vain life the better portion by	F
Worse burden surely ne'er	X2
Tried mortal man than that which now I bear	X2
Though death be seated nigh	F
For future life still seeking councils new	Y2
I know and love the good yet ah the worse pursue	Y2
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MACGREGOR	R

Francesco Petrarca (petrarch)

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