Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888.
To FerranteTorquato Tasso (15441595)
Translated by James Glassford, of Dougalston
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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,
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,
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.