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.
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    Thus used to woe, they have no wish to part;
    Each other mortal work is an offence. 
    No other theme will now my soul content
    Than she who plants my death, with whose blest name
    I make the air resound in echoes sweet: 
    Love spurs me to her as his only bent,
    My hand can trace nought other but her fame,
    No other spot attracts my willing feet.

    WOLLASTON.

SONNET LXXVII.

Orso, al vostro destrier si puo ben porre.

HE SYMPATHISES WITH HIS FRIEND ORSO AT HIS INABILITY TO ATTEND A TOURNAMENT.

      Orso, a curb upon thy gallant horse
    Well may we place to turn him from his course,
    But who thy heart may bind against its will
    Which honour courts and shuns dishonour still? 
    Sigh not! for nought its praise away can take,
    Though Fate this journey hinder you to make. 
    For, as already voiced by general fame,
    Now is it there, and none before it came. 
    Amid the camp, upon the day design’d,
    Enough itself beneath those arms to find
    Which youth, love, valour, and near blood concern,
    Crying aloud:  With noble fire I burn,
    As my good lord unwillingly at home,
    Who pines and languishes in vain to come.

    MACGREGOR.

SONNET LXXVIII.

Poi che voi ed io piu volte abbiam provato.

TO A FRIEND, COUNSELLING HIM TO ABANDON EARTHLY PLEASURES.

      Still has it been our bitter lot to prove
    How hope, or e’er it reach fruition, flies! 
    Up then to that high good, which never dies,
    Lift we the heart—­to heaven’s pure bliss above. 
    On earth, as in a tempting mead, we rove,
    Where coil’d ’mid flowers the traitor serpent lies;
    And, if some casual glimpse delight our eyes,
    ’Tis but to grieve the soul enthrall’d by Love. 
    Oh! then, as thou wouldst wish ere life’s last day
    To taste the sweets of calm unbroken rest,
    Tread firm the narrow, shun the beaten way—­
    Ah! to thy friend too well may be address’d: 
    “Thou show’st a path, thyself most apt to stray,
    Which late thy truant feet, fond youth, have never press’d.”

    WRANGHAM.

      Friend, as we both in confidence complain
    To see our ill-placed hopes return in vain,
    Let that chief good which must for ever please
    Exalt our thought and fix our happiness. 
    This world as some gay flowery field is spread,
    Which hides a serpent in its painted bed,
    And most it wounds when most it charms our eyes,
    At once the tempter and the paradise. 
    And would you, then, sweet peace of mind restore,
    And in fair calm expect your parting hour,
    Leave the mad train, and court the happy few. 
    Well may it be replied, “O friend, you show
    Others the path, from which so often you
    Have stray’d, and now stray farther than before.”

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