Sonnet CXIX
SONNET CXIX.
Questa umil fera, un cor di tigre o d' orsa.
HE PRAYS HER EITHER TO WELCOME OR DISMISS HIM AT ONCE.
Fiercer than tiger, savager than bear,In human guise an angel form appears,Who between fear and hope, from smiles to tearsSo tortures me that doubt becomes despair.Ere long if she nor welcomes me, nor frees,But, as her wont, between the two retains,By the sweet poison circling through my veins,My life, O Love! will soon be on its lees.No longer can my virtue, worn and frailWith such severe vicissitudes, contend,At once which burn and freeze, make red and pale:By flight it hopes at length its grief to end,As one who, hourly failing, feels death nigh:Powerless he is indeed who cannot even die!
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