Petrarch - Non può far morte il dolce viso amaro lyrics

SINCE HER DEATH HE HAS CEASED TO LIVE d**h cannot make that beauteous face less fair, But that sweet face may lend to d**h a grace; My spirit's guide! from her each good I trace; Who learns to die, may seek his lesson there. That holy one! who not his blood would spare, But did the dark Tartarean bolts unbrace; He, too, doth from my soul d**h's terrors chase: Then welcome, d**h! thy impress I would wear. And linger not! 'tis time that I had fled; Alas! my stay hath little here avail'd, Since she, my Laura blest, resign'd her breath: Life's spring in me hath since that hour lain dead, In her I lived, my life in hers exhaled, The hour she died I felt within me d**h! Wollaston.