Torquato Tasso

  • Erminia and the Wounded Tancred

    From “Jerusalem Delivered”
    From the Italian by Edward Fairfax
    “THOUGH gone, though dead, I love thee still; behold
      Death wounds but kills not love: yet if thou live,
    Sweet soul, still in his breast, my follies bold
      Ah pardon, love’s desires and stealth...

  • To the Princess Lucretia

    From London Magazine
    THY unripe youth seemed like the purple rose
    That to the warm ray opens not its breast,
    But, hiding still within its mossy vest,
    Dares not its virgin beauties to disclose;
    Or like Aurora, when the heaven first glows,—
    For...