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Samuel Waddington, comp.  The Sonnets of Europe.  1888.
 
I Call on Time
By Petrocchi
 
Translated by James Glassford, of Dougalston

I CALL on Time, who batters down that high
  And spacious pile, to say from whence it rose:—
  No answer he vouchsafes, but onward goes,
  And spreads his pinions broader to the sky.
Fame I invoke, O thou, who lettest die        5
  Things only of no worth, tell what are those!
  Troubled and sad her eye she downward throws,
  Like one oppressed who pours the deep-drawn sigh.
Then ruminating slow I turn aside;
  When on the ruined mass, with haughty brow,        10
  From stone to stone I see Oblivion stride:—
Perchance, I said, thou knowest when or how!
  But he in low and horrid thunder cried,
  I care not whose it was, mine it is now.
 
 
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