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ASON G,

By METASTASIO.

WIT

HOPE.

ITH languid heats while nature burns,
Full in the fun the peafant turns

The parch'd, unyielding foil;

Nor feels the fierce, oppreffive ray,
Nor heeds the long, laborious day,
So HOPE befriend his toil.

The Pris'ner in his dark, damp cell,
So fmiling HOPE there deign to dwell,
Forgets impending pain;

And ev'ry grief that stung his mind,

And ev'ry fear to her refign'd,

Sings to his founding chain.

SONETTO

Di FRANCESCO PETRARCA.

O

NDE tolfe amor l' oro, e di qual vena,
Per far due treccie bionde? e 'n quali fpine
Colfe le rofe? e 'n qual piaggia le brine
Tenere, e frefche; e diè lor polfo, e lena ?
Onde le perle, in ch' ei frange, ed affrena
Dolci parole, onefte, e pellegrine ?
Onde tante bellezze, e sì divine

Di quella fronte più che 'l ciel ferena?

Da quali angeli moffe, e di qual fpera

Quel celefte cantar, che mi disface

Sì, che m' avanza omai da disfar poco ?

Di qual fol nacque l' alma luce altera

Di que' begli occhi, ond' i' ho guerra, e pace,
Che mi cuocono 1 cor in ghiaccio, e 'n foco ?

CAN

A SONNET,

By FRANCIS PETRARCA,

SAY,

AY, didst thou gild with ore of earthly mine!
Those fifter ringlets? or from mortal stems

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Yon rofes cull? fay, whence thofe glift'ring gems

Of earliest dew, instinct with Spir't divine? Whence those rich pearls, whofe beauteous orders rife,

And frame fuch speech as Seraph lips might grace?
Whence all those treasur'd wonders of her face,
Bright as the genial noon of summer skies?

But hark! what angel breathes cœleftial airs?

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What heav'n-tun'd fpheres in founds harmonious

Till faint with rapt'rous anguish I expire?

Say, borrow'd from what Sun those shafts she bears,
In eyes that harrafs or affwage my foul,
Now chill'd with hope forlorn, now burning with

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CAN

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