Me novello Ission rapida aggira
Like a new Ixion on Fortune's wheel
Whether I sink profound, or rise sublime,
One never ceasing martyrdom I feel,
The same in woe, though changing all the time.
I wept above, where sun-beams sport, and climb
The vines — and through their foliage sighs the breeze,
I burned and froze, languished and prayed in rhyme
Nor could your ire, nor my own grief appease.
Now in my prison deep and dim, have grown
My torments greater still and sharper far —
As if all sharpened on the dungeon-stone:
Magnanimous Alphonso! burst the bar,
Changing my fate and not my cell alone
And let my Fortune wheel me where you are!
Whether I sink profound, or rise sublime,
One never ceasing martyrdom I feel,
The same in woe, though changing all the time.
I wept above, where sun-beams sport, and climb
The vines — and through their foliage sighs the breeze,
I burned and froze, languished and prayed in rhyme
Nor could your ire, nor my own grief appease.
Now in my prison deep and dim, have grown
My torments greater still and sharper far —
As if all sharpened on the dungeon-stone:
Magnanimous Alphonso! burst the bar,
Changing my fate and not my cell alone
And let my Fortune wheel me where you are!
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