10. To Stefano Colonna the Elder, Inviting Him to the Country -
TO STEFANO COLONNA THE ELDER, INVITING HIM TO THE COUNTRY
O glorious column, pillar of our faith,
Our hope and the illustrious Latin line,
Which, through the papal thunders, proved a shrine
Not to be twisted from its perfect path:
This place no palace, porch nor theatre hath,
But in their stead a fir, a beech, a pine
Between the grass and mountain that is mine
Whence we descend, letting the lyric wrath
Exalt our earthly minds to paradise,
While the nightingale, that sweetly in the glade
Laments nightlong, with his melodious cries
Disturbs our hearts and must to love persuade
The spirit... But ah, you put this bliss in shade
Since, dear Milord, your absence fills our eyes.
O glorious column, pillar of our faith,
Our hope and the illustrious Latin line,
Which, through the papal thunders, proved a shrine
Not to be twisted from its perfect path:
This place no palace, porch nor theatre hath,
But in their stead a fir, a beech, a pine
Between the grass and mountain that is mine
Whence we descend, letting the lyric wrath
Exalt our earthly minds to paradise,
While the nightingale, that sweetly in the glade
Laments nightlong, with his melodious cries
Disturbs our hearts and must to love persuade
The spirit... But ah, you put this bliss in shade
Since, dear Milord, your absence fills our eyes.
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