Daily Archives: September 17, 2018

To His Mistress In Absence – Torquato Tasso

FAR from thy dearest self, the scope Of all my aims, I waste in secret flames; And only live because I hope. O when will Fate restore The joys, in whose bright fire My expectation shall expire, That I may … Continue reading

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Jerusalem Delivered – Book 05 – Part 05 – Torquato Tasso

LXV But yet all ways the wily witch could find Could not Tancredi’s heart to loveward move, His sails were filled with another wind, He list no blast of new affection prove; For, as one poison doth exclude by kind … Continue reading

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What Weeping, Or What Dewfall – Torquato Tasso

What weeping, or what dewfall, Whose then were those tears,  Flung from night’s cloak, I saw, And the white face of the stars? Why was the white moon sowing A pure cloud’s crystal mass In the lap of fresh new … Continue reading

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Hedge, That Divides The Lovely – Torquato Tasso

Hedge, that divides the lovely Garden, and myself from me, Never in you so fair a rose I see As she who is my lady, Loving, sweet and holy: Who as I stretch my hand to you Presses it, so … Continue reading

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