Voi volete ch'io v'ami

by Richard Henry Wilde
You would have me love
Yet repress my sighs,
What new tortures must I prove
Kindling from those eyes,
While my fond lips dare not move
Nor my heart's flame rise?
If my love you prize,
I to prove it strove —
Cruel! why the proof despise?
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English
Author of original: 
Torquato Tasso
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