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.
    Then sad Carmenta, with her royal lord,
    Whom the fell sorceress clad, by arts abhorr’d,
    With plumes; but still the regal stamp impress’d
    On his imperial wings and lofty crest.—­
    Then she, whose tears the springing fount supplied;—­
    And she whose form above the rolling tide
    Hangs a portentous cliff—­the royal fair,
    Who wrote the dictates of her last despair
    To him whose ships had left the friendly strand. 
    With the keen steel in her determined hand.—­
    There, too, Pygmalion, with his new-made spouse,
    With many more, I spied, whose amorous vows
    And fates in never-dying song resound
    Where Aganippe laves the sacred ground:—­
    And, last of all, I saw the lovely maid
    Of Love unconscious, by an oath betray’d.

    BOYD.

PART III.

      Like one by wonder reft of speech, I stood
    Pond’ring the mournful scene in pensive mood,
    As one that waits advice.  My guide in haste
    Began:—­“You let the moments run to waste
    What objects hold you here?—­my doom you know;
    Compell’d to wander with the sons of woe!”—­
    “Oh, yet awhile afford your friendly aid! 
    You see my inmost soul;” submiss I said. 
    “The strong unsated wish you there can read;
    The restless cravings of my mind to feed
    With tidings of the dead.”—­In gentler tone
    He said, “Your longings in your looks are known;
    You wish to learn the names of those behind
    Who through the vale in long procession wind: 
    I grant your prayer, if fate allows a space,”
    He said, “their fortunes, as they come, to trace.—­
    See that majestic shade that moves along,
    And claims obeisance from the ghostly throng: 
    ’Tis Pompey; with the partner of his vows,
    Who mourns the fortunes of her slaughter’d spouse,
    By Egypt’s servile band.—­The next is he
    Whom Love’s tyrannic spell forbade to see
    The danger by his cruel consort plann’d;
    Till Fate surprised him by her treacherous hand.—­
    Let constancy and truth exalt the name
    Of her, the lovely candidate for fame,
    Who saved her spouse!—­Then Pyramus is seen,
    And Thisbe, through the shade, with pensive mien;—­
    Then Hero with Leander moves along,—­
    And great Ulysses, towering in the throng: 
    His visage wears the signs of anxious thought
    There sad Penelope laments her lot: 
    With trickling tears she seems to chide his stay,
    While fond Calypso charms her love-delay.—­
    Next he who braved in many a bloody fight. 
    For years on years, the whole collected might
    Of Rome, but sunk at length in Cupid’s snare
    The shameful victim of th’ Apulian fair!—­
    Then she, that, in a servile dress pursued,
    (Reft of her golden locks)

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