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Se col cieco desir che 'l cor distrugge.

BLIGHTED HOPE.


Either that blind desire, which life destroys
Counting the hours, deceives my misery,
Or, even while yet I speak, the moment flies,...

My memory, long accustom'd to receive
In deep-engraven lines, each varying trait
Past Times and Seasons wore, can find no date
Thro' many years, O! MAY, when thou hadst leave,...

Since dark December shrouds the transient day,
And stormy Winds are howling in their ire,
Why com'st not THOU, who always can'st inspire
The soul of cheerfulness, and best array...

Mie venture al venir son tarde e pigre.

FEW ARE THE SWEETS, BUT MANY THE BITTERS OF LOVE.


Ever my hap is slack and slow in coming,
Desire increasing, ay my hope uncertain...

Rapt CONTEMPLATION, bring thy waking dreams
To this umbrageous vale at noon-tide hour,
While full of thee seems every bending flower,
Whose petals tremble o'er the shadow'd streams!...

Se voi poteste per turbati segni.

HE ENTREATS LAURA NOT TO HATE THE HEART FROM WHICH SHE CAN NEVER BE ABSENT.


If, but by angry and disdainful sign,
By the averted head and downcast sight,...

While with false pride, and narrow jealousy,
Numbers reject each new expression, won,
Perchance, from language richer than our own,
O! with glad welcome may the POET see...

La guancia che fu gi' piangendo stanca.

TO HIS FRIEND AGAPITO, WITH A PRESENT.


Thy weary cheek that channell'd sorrow shows,
My much loved lord, upon the one repose;...

[1]From Possibility's dim chaos sprung,
High o'er its gloom the A'rostatic Power
Arose! - Exulting Nations hail'd the hour,
Magnific boast of Science! - Loud they sung...

L' arbor gentil che forte amai molt' anni.

IMPRECATION AGAINST THE LAUREL.


The graceful tree I loved so long and well,
Ere its fair boughs in scorn my flame declined,...

Dark as the silent stream beneath the night,
Thy funeral glides to Life's eternal home,
Child of its narrow house! - how late the bloom,
The facile smile, the soft eye's crystal light,...

Benedetto sia 'l giorno e 'l mese e l' anno.

HE BLESSES ALL THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF HIS PASSION.


Blest be the day, and blest the month, the year,
The spring, the hour, the very moment blest,...

Padre del ciel, dopo i perduti giorni.

CONSCIOUS OF HIS FOLLY, HE PRAYS GOD TO TURN HIM TO A BETTER LIFE.


Father of heaven! after the days misspent,
After the nights of wild tumultuous thought,...

Now young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne,
'Mid the deep woodlands, hills, and vales, and bowers,
Unfolds her leaves, her blossoms, and her flowers,
Pouring their soft luxuriance on the morn....

With lyre Orphean, see a Bard explore
The central caverns of the mornless Night,
Where never Muse perform'd harmonious rite
Till now! - and lo! upon the sparry floor,...

HONORA, shou'd that cruel time arrive
When 'gainst my truth thou should'st my errors poize,
Scorning remembrance of our vanish'd joys;
When for the love-warm looks, in which I live,...

To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament....

Above the ruin of God's holy place,
Where man-forsaken lay the bleeding rood,
Whose hands, when men had craved substantial food,
Gave not, nor folded when they cried, Embrace,...

Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling
From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving,
Who with feared longing half would know, dissembling
With what he'd wish proved what he fears soon proving,...

Piovonmi amare lagrime dal viso.

HIS STATE WHEN LAURA IS PRESENT, AND WHEN SHE DEPARTS.


Down my cheeks bitter tears incessant rain,
And my heart struggles with convulsive sighs,...