Sonnet LXXVII.
Orso, al vostro destrier si pu ben porre. HE SYMPATHISES WITH HIS FRIEND ORSO AT HIS INABILITY TO ATTEND A TOURNAMENT. Orso, a curb upon thy gallant horse Well may we place to turn him from his course, But who thy heart may bind against its will Which honour courts and shuns dishonour still? Sigh not! for nought its praise away can take, Though Fate this journey hinder you to make. For, as already voiced by general fame, Now is it there, and none before it came. Amid the camp, upon the day design'd, Enough itself beneath those arms to find Which youth, love, valour, and near blood concern, Crying aloud: With noble fire I burn, As my good lord unwillingly at home, Who pines and languishes in vain to come. MACGREGOR.
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"Orso, al vostro destrier si pu ben porre...."
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