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Samuel Waddington, comp.  The Sonnets of Europe.  1888.
 
To Ferrante
By Torquato Tasso (1544–1595)
 
Translated by James Glassford, of Dougalston

WITH thee, Ferrante, dauntless could I go
  To where the Tuscan waves the Spaniard greet,
  Whether the skies invite and winds are meet,
  Or loud and dark the angry tempest blow;
Could pass with thee where Atlas frowning low,        5
  Bathes in the bitter brine his rugged feet;
  Or where that youth, on stolen venture sweet,
  Sunk in the wave, a tale of tender woe;
Nor if to Afric sands, or Asian shore,
  You led the way, to follow would refuse,        10
  Baring my side to thousand armèd foes.
Yet weary as I am, and near my close,
  The wood, the fountain, and the secret muse,
  Are what I better love, and suit me more.
 
 
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