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.

    BOYD.

PART IV.

      So fickle fortune, in a luckless hour,
    Had close consigned me to a tyrant’s power,
    Who cut the nerves that, with elastic force,
    Had borne me on in Freedom’s generous course—­
    So I, in noble independence bred,
    Free as the roebuck in the sylvan glade,
    By passion lured, a voluntary slave—­
    My ready name to Cupid’s muster gave. 
    And yet I saw their grief and wild despair;
    I saw them blindly seek the fatal snare
    Through winding paths, and many an artful maze,
    Where Cupid’s viewless spell the band obeys. 
    Here, as I turn’d my anxious eyes around,
    If any shade I then could see renown’d
    In old or modern times; the bard I spied
    Whose unabated love pursued his bride
    Down to the coast of Hades; and above
    His life resign’d, the pledge of constant love,
    Calling her name in death.—­Alcaeus near,
    Who sung the joys of Love and toils severe,
    Was seen with Pindar and the Teian swain,
    A veteran gay among the youthful train
    Of Cupid’s host.—­The Mantuan next I found,
    Begirt with bards from age to age renown’d;
    Whether they chose in lofty themes to soar,
    Or sportive try the Muse’s lighter lore.—­
    There soft Tibullus walk’d with Sulmo’s bard;
    And there Propertius with Catullus shared
    The meed of lovesome lays:  the Grecian dame
    With sweeter numbers woke the amorous flame
    While thus I turn’d around my wondering eyes,
    I saw a noble train with new surprise,
    Who seem’d of Love in choral notes to sing,
    While all around them breathed Elysian spring.—­
    Here Alighieri, with his love I spied,
    Selvaggia, Guido, Cino, side by side—­
    Guido, who mourn’d the lot that fix’d his name
    The second of his age in lyric fame.—­
    Two other minstrels there I spied that bore
    His name, renown’d on Arno’s tuneful shore. 
    With them Sicilia’s bards, in elder days
    Match’d with the foremost in poetic praise,
    Though now they rank behind.—­Sennuccio nigh
    With gentle Franceschino met my eye.—­
    But soon another tribe, of manners strange
    And uncouth dialect, was seen to range
    Along the flowery paths, by Arnald led;
    In Cupid’s lore by all the Muses bred,
    And master of the theme.—­Marsilia’s coast
    And Narbonne still his polish’d numbers boast.—­
    The next I saw with lighter step advance;
    ’Twas he that caught a flame at every glance
    That met his eye, with him who shared his name. 
    Join’d with an Arnald of inferior fame.—­
    Next either Rambold in procession trod,
    No easy conquest to the winged god. 
    The pride of Montferrat (a peerless dame)
    In many a ditty sung, announced

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