Excerpt from Translations and Other RhymesEar lady! Thus it is that I must go, Leaving the pleasant land where I have borne And suffered all the ills that man may know Yet, leaving thee, I hold myself in scorn. God why exists yon land of paynim foe, Which works so many faithful lovers' woe Lovers whose severed hearts in absence yearn, Till they forget that love can joy bestow.Dear lady Without love I cannot be, For to it all my thoughts and hopes aspire, And my true heart will never set me free, But blindly follows where may lead desire.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy.

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