To Laura In Death. Sonnet XVIII.
Se quell' aura soave de' sospiri. SHE RETURNS IN PITY TO COMFORT HIM WITH HER ADVICE. If that soft breath of sighs, which, from above, I hear of her so long my lady here, Who, now in heaven, yet seems, as of our sphere, To breathe, and move, to feel, and live, and love, I could but paint, my passionate verse should move Warmest desires; so jealous, yet so dear O'er me she bends and breathes, without a fear, That on the way I tire, or turn, or rove. She points the path on high: and I who know Her chaste anxiety and earnest prayer, In whispers sweet, affectionate, and low, Train, at her will, my acts and wishes there: And find such sweetness in her words alone As with their power should melt the hardest stone. MACGREGOR.
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"Se quell' aura soave de' sospiri...."
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