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SONNET XXXVI. FROM PETRARCH.
1st February, 1807.
Love, I transgress, and consciously transgress,
But, like the wretch, whom inward flames consume,
My pangs increase, and reason's aid suppress,
Till cureless agony complete my doom.
Some little check to importunate distress
The fear inspired, that I might bring a gloom
On her sweet hours of peace; but now no less
Than fell despair goads boldly to presume.
Of reckless ravings, petulant and wild,
'Tis thou, not I, oh Love, the guilt must bear,
Who thus dost every power of thought perplex,
So that to airy nothings, like a child,
And worse than airy nothings, I repair—
Oh, pardon thou who thus my heart dost vex.
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