The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 907 pages of information about The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch.

The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 907 pages of information about The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch.

      Who show’d such infinite providence and skill
    In his eternal government divine,
    Who launch’d the spheres, gave sun and moon to shine,
    And brightest wonders the dark void to fill;
    On earth who came the Scriptures to maintain,
    Which for long years the truth had buried yet,
    Took John and Peter from the fisher’s net
    And gave to each his part in the heavenly reign. 
    He for his birth fair Rome preferr’d not then,
    But lowly Bethlehem; thus o’er proudest state
    He ever loves humility to raise. 
    Now rises from small spot like sun again,
    Whom Nature hails, the place grows bright and great
    Which birth so heavenly to our earth displays.

    MACGREGOR.

SONNET V.

Quand’ io movo i sospiri a chiamar voi.

HE PLAYS UPON THE NAME LAURETA OR LAURA.

      In sighs when I outbreathe your cherish’d name,
    That name which love has writ upon my heart,
    LAUd instantly upon my doting tongue,
    At the first thought of its sweet sound, is heard;
    Your REgal state, which I encounter next,
    Doubles my valour in that high emprize: 
    But TAcit ends the word; your praise to tell
    Is fitting load for better backs than mine. 
    Thus all who call you, by the name itself,
    Are taught at once to LAUd and to REvere,
    O worthy of all reverence and esteem! 
    Save that perchance Apollo may disdain
    That mortal tongue of his immortal boughs
    Should ever so presume as e’en to speak.

    ANON.

SONNET VI.

Si traviato e ’l folle mio desio.

OF HIS FOOLISH PASSION FOR LAURA.

      So wayward now my will, and so unwise,
    To follow her who turns from me in flight,
    And, from love’s fetters free herself and light,
    Before my slow and shackled motion flies,
    That less it lists, the more my sighs and cries
    Would point where passes the safe path and right,
    Nor aught avails to check or to excite,
    For Love’s own nature curb and spur defies. 
    Thus, when perforce the bridle he has won,
    And helpless at his mercy I remain,
    Against my will he speeds me to mine end
    ’Neath yon cold laurel, whose false boughs upon
    Hangs the harsh fruit, which, tasted, spreads the pain
    I sought to stay, and mars where it should mend.

    MACGREGOR.

      My tameless will doth recklessly pursue
    Her, who, unshackled by love’s heavy chain,
    Flies swiftly from its chase, whilst I in vain
    My fetter’d journey pantingly renew;
    The safer track I offer to its view,
    But hopeless is my power to restrain,
    It rides regardless of the spur or rein;
    Love makes it scorn the hand

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