Sonnet LXXXVI
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SONNET LXXXVI.
Lasso! quante fiate Amor m' assale.
WHEN LOVE DISTURBS HIM, HE CALMS HIMSELF BY THINKING OF THE EYES AND WORDS OF LAURA.
Alas! how ceaselessly is urged Love's claim,By day, by night, a thousand times I turnWhere best I may behold the dear lights burnWhich have immortalized my bosom's flame.Thus grow I calm, and to such state am brought,At noon, at break of day, at vesper-bell,I find them in my mind so tranquil dwell,I neither think nor care beside for aught.The balmy air, which, from her angel mien,Moves ever with her winning words and wise,Makes wheresoe'er she breathes a sweet sereneAs 'twere a gentle spirit from the skies,Still in these scenes some comfort brings to me,Nor elsewhere breathes my harass'd heart so free.
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