The Resemblance.
By Thomas Moore
---- vo cercand' io, Donna quant' e possibile in altrui La desiata vostra forma vera. PETRARC, Sonett. 14. Yes, if 'twere any common love, That led my pliant heart astray, I grant, there's not a power above Could wipe the faithless crime away. But 'twas my doom to err with one In every look so like to thee That, underneath yon blessed sun So fair there are but thou and she Both born of beauty, at a birth, She held with thine a kindred sway, And wore the only shape on earth That could have lured my soul to stray. Then blame me not, if false I be, 'Twas love that waked the fond excess; My heart had been more true to thee, Had mine eye prized thy beauty less.
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