Sonnet LII.
L' aspetto sacro della terra vostra. THE VIEW OF ROME PROMPTS HIM TO TEAR HIMSELF FROM LAURA, BUT LOVE WILL NOT ALLOW HIM. The solemn aspect of this sacred shore Wakes for the misspent past my bitter sighs; 'Pause, wretched man! and turn,' as conscience cries, Pointing the heavenward way where I should soar. But soon another thought gets mastery o'er The first, that so to palter were unwise; E'en now the time, if memory err not, flies, When we should wait our lady-love before. I, for his aim then well I apprehend, Within me freeze, as one who, sudden, hears News unexpected which his soul offend. Returns my first thought then, that disappears; Nor know I which shall conquer, but till now Within me they contend, nor hope of rest allow! MACGREGOR.
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