NO mortal thing enthralled these longing eyes
When perfect peace in thy fair face I found;
But far within, where all is holy ground,
...
I feel as lit by fire a cold countenance
That burns me from afar and keeps itself ice-chill;
A strength I feel two shapely arms to fill
...
D' altrui pietoso.
Kind to the world, but to itself unkind,
A worm is born, that dying noiselessly
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After trying many years, and then
near death, the able man may know
an image living in the alpine stone.
If at all, the high and new come slowly,
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LOVE THE LIGHT-GIVER.
Veggio co' bei vostri occhi.
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I'VE grown a goitre by dwelling in this den -
As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy,
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AFTER THE DEATH OF CECCHINO BRACCI.
A pena prima.
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CHOICE soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see,
Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate,
What beauties heaven and nature can create,
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