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.

    NOTT.

      Ye damsels, pour your tears! weep with you.  Love! 
    Weep, all ye lovers, through the peopled sphere! 
    Since he is dead who, while he linger’d here,
    With all his might to do you honour strove. 
    For me, this tyrant grief my prayers shall move
    Not to contest the comfort of a tear,
    Nor check those sighs, that to my heart are dear,
    Since ease from them alone it hopes to prove. 
    Ye verses, weep!—­ye rhymes, your woes renew! 
    For Cino, master of the love-fraught lay,
    E’en now is from our fond embraces torn! 
    Pistoia, weep, and all your thankless crew! 
    Your sweetest inmate now is reft away—­
    But, heaven, rejoice, and hail your son new-born!

    CHARLEMONT.

SONNET LXXII.

Piu volte Amor m’ avea gia detto:  scrivi.

HE WRITES WHAT LOVE BIDS HIM.

      White—­to my heart Love oftentimes had said—­
    Write what thou seest in letters large of gold,
    That livid are my votaries to behold,
    And in a moment made alive and dead. 
    Once in thy heart my sovran influence spread
    A public precedent to lovers told;
    Though other duties drew thee from my fold,
    I soon reclaim’d thee as thy footsteps fled. 
    And if the bright eyes which I show’d thee first,
    If the fair face where most I loved to stay,
    Thy young heart’s icy hardness when I burst,
    Restore to me the bow which all obey,
    Then may thy cheek, which now so smooth appears,
    Be channell’d with my daily drink of tears.

    MACGREGOR.

SONNET LXXIII.

Quando giugne per gli occhi al cor profondo.

HE DESCRIBES THE STATE OF TWO LOVERS, AND RETURNS IN THOUGHT TO HIS OWN SUFFERINGS.

      When reaches through the eyes the conscious heart
    Its imaged fate, all other thoughts depart;
    The powers which from the soul their functions take
    A dead weight on the frame its limbs then make. 
    From the first miracle a second springs,
    At times the banish’d faculty that brings,
    So fleeing from itself, to some new seat,
    Which feeds revenge and makes e’en exile sweet. 
    Thus in both faces the pale tints were rife,
    Because the strength which gave the glow of life
    On neither side was where it wont to dwell—­
    I on that day these things remember’d well,
    Of that fond couple when each varying mien
    Told me in like estate what long myself had been.

    MACGREGOR.

SONNET LXXIV.

Cosi potess’ io ben chiuder in versi.

HE COMPLAINS THAT TO HIM ALONE IS FAITH HURTFUL.

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