Translations. - Part I. Sonnet Lix. (From Petrarch.)
I am so weary with the burden old Of foregone faults, and power of custom base, That much I fear to perish from the ways, And fall into my enemy's grim fold. True, a high friend, to free me, not with gold, Came, of ineffable and utmost grace-- Then straightway vanished from before my face, So that in vain I strive him to behold. But his voice yet comes echoing below: O ye that labour, the way open lies! Come unto me lest some one shut the gate! --What heavenly grace--what love will--or what fate-- The pinions of a dove on me bestow That I may rest, and from the earth arise?
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"I am so weary with the burden old..."
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