Poems
As I; from that same convent there,
Even of St Marco's, twice I passed
Thwarted; no third time will I bear
To have my pleasure backward cast;
His neck shall surely bend at last.
Even of St Marco's, twice I passed
Thwarted; no third time will I bear
To have my pleasure backward cast;
His neck shall surely bend at last.
Lest men shall mock: 'Behold, how small
Lorenzo—seeing he sought to gain
The friendship of a monk—but all
His proffered favours fell in vain,
Cast back into his face again.'
Lorenzo—seeing he sought to gain
The friendship of a monk—but all
His proffered favours fell in vain,
Cast back into his face again.'
Nay, this shall not be—I will rise—
Supreme in power and magnitude,
Nor rest until this proud monk lies
Conquered—until his lips have sued
Even for my beatitude.
Supreme in power and magnitude,
Nor rest until this proud monk lies
Conquered—until his lips have sued
Even for my beatitude.
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