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Poem	SONNET CCXXVI. Aspro core e selvaggio, e cruda voglia. HOPE ALONE SUPPORTS HIM IN HIS MISERY. Hard heart and cold, a stern will past belief,In angel form of gentle sweet allure;If thus her practised rigour long endure,O'er me her triumph will be poor and brief.For when or spring, or die, flower, herb, and leaf.When day is brightest, night when most obscure,Alway I weep. Great cause from Fortune sure,From Love and Laura have I for my grief.I live in hope alone, remembering stillHow by long fall of small drops I have seenMarble and solid stone that worn have been.No heart there is so hard, so cold no will,By true tears, fervent prayers, and faithful loveThat will not deign at length to melt and move. Macgregor.
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