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10314	Campanella, Tommaso	The Sonnets of Michael Angelo Buonarroti and Tommaso Campanella; Now for the First Time Translated into Rhymed English			.txt	text/plain	31969	3159	89	Once more in heaven hath God her beauty wrought: Since in thy heart thou carriest death and grace Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety, Love takes me captive; beauty binds my soul; And this transfigured beauty wins thy love. This heart of flesh feeds not with life my love: When first Love sent our souls from God above, To souls whom love hath robed around with fire? From thy fair face I learn, O my loved lord, And heals all hearts, and adds to heaven new love. To gain our love God hath not clearer shown Thy love shall scorn me not nor dread desire That burning love whereby the soul flies free, If I love thee and bend beneath thy reign, True love is that which the pure heart hath known, My soul that turns to His great love on high, In the last line Campanella expresses his opinion that God is	./cache/10314.txt	./txt/10314.txt