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.

HE ENCOURAGES HIS SOUL TO LIFT ITSELF TO GOD, AND TO ABANDON THE VANITIES OF EARTH.

      What dost thou? think’st thou? wherefore bend thine eye
    Back on the time that never shall return? 
    The raging fire, where once ’twas thine to burn,
    Why with fresh fuel, wretched soul, supply? 
    Those thrilling tones, those glances of the sky,
    Which one by one thy fond verse strove to adorn,
    Are fled; and—­well thou knowest, poor forlorn!—­
    To seek them here were bootless industry. 
    Then toil not bliss so fleeting to renew;
    To chase a thought so fair, so faithless, cease: 
    Thou rather that unwavering good pursue,
    Which guides to heaven; since nought below can please. 
    Fatal for us that beauty’s torturing view,
    Living or dead alike which desolates our peace.

    WRANGHAM.

SONNET VI.

Datemi pace, o duri miei pensieri.

HE COMPARES HIMSELF TO A BESIEGED CITY, AND ACCUSES HIS OWN HEART OF TREASON.

      O tyrant thoughts, vouchsafe me some repose! 
    Sufficeth not that Love, and Death, and Fate,
    Make war all round me to my very gate,
    But I must in me armed hosts enclose? 
    And thou, my heart, to me alone that shows
    Disloyal still, what cruel guides of late
    In thee find shelter, now the chosen mate
    Of my most mischievous and bitter foes? 
    Love his most secret embassies in thee,
    In thee her worst results hard Fate explains,
    And Death the memory of that blow, to me
    Which shatters all that yet of hope remains;
    In thee vague thoughts themselves with error arm,
    And thee alone I blame for all my harm.

    MACGREGOR.

SONNET VII.

Occhi miei, oscurato e ’l nostro sole.

HE ENDEAVOURS TO FIND PEACE IN THE THOUGHT THAT SHE IS IN HEAVEN.

      Mine eyes! our glorious sun is veil’d in night,
    Or set to us, to rise ’mid realms of love;
    There we may hail it still, and haply prove
    It mourn’d that we delay’d our heavenward flight. 
    Mine ears! the music of her tones delight
    Those, who its harmony can best approve;
    My feet! who in her track so joy’d to move. 
    Ye cannot penetrate her regions bright! 
    But wherefore should your wrath on me descend? 
    No spell of mine hath hush’d for ye the joy
    Of seeing, hearing, feeling, she was near: 
    Go, war with Death—­yet, rather let us bend
    To Him who can create—­who can destroy—­
    And bids the ready smile succeed the tear.

    WOLLASTON.

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