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Poem	SONNET LXXVII. Orso, al vostro destrier si può ben porre. HE SYMPATHISES WITH HIS FRIEND ORSO AT HIS INABILITY TO ATTEND A TOURNAMENT. Orso, a curb upon thy gallant horseWell may we place to turn him from his course,But who thy heart may bind against its willWhich honour courts and shuns dishonour still?Sigh not! for nought its praise away can take,Though Fate this journey hinder you to make.For, as already voiced by general fame,Now is it there, and none before it came.Amid the camp, upon the day design'd,Enough itself beneath those arms to findWhich youth, love, valour, and near blood concern,Crying aloud: With noble fire I burn,As my good lord unwillingly at home,Who pines and languishes in vain to come. Macgregor.
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