At Bonneval O fond Affection, wounder of my heart, When wilt thou cease To breed my ceaseless pain? When comes the end of thy my cruel smart? When shall my force beat back thy force again? When shall I say this restless rage of mine By reason ruled, is banished quite away, And I escaped these cruel bonds of thine, O flaming fiend, that seekest my decay? Safe thinking I, Charybdis' rage to fly On Scylla rock in Bonneval I die. |
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