The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of PetrarchBell, 1875 - 416 páginas |
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amorous angel ANNA HUME Avignon beauteous beauty behold Bishop of Cavaillon blest bliss Boccaccio bosom breast breath bright eyes CAPEL LOFFT Cardinal Carthusian charms Clement VI Colonna Correggio cruel dark dear death desire doth e'en e'er earth Emperor face fair fame fate fear feel fire flame fond Genoa Genoese gentle grace grief hand haply hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope Italy John Visconti lady Laura laurel letter life's light live Lord Love Love's MACGREGOR SONNET Mantua Milan mind mortal ne'er never night NOTT numbers o'er Padua pain Parma pass'd passion Pastrengo peace Petrarch pity poet Pope praise Rome seem'd SESTINA shade sighs sight smile soft song soon sorrow soul spirit stars Stefano Colonna sweet tears thee thine thou thought turn'd Vaucluse Venice verse virtue Visconti weary weep whence wish WOLLASTON wont WRANGHAM
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Página 35 - d monuments above The dust of men, whose fame, until the world In dissolution sink, can never fail ; Her all, that in one ruin now lies hurl'd, Hopes to have heal'd by thee its every ail. O faithful Brutus...
Página 101 - Fair bough, so gently lit, (I sigh to think of it) Which lent a pillar to her lovely side; And turf and flowers bright-eyed, O'er which her folded gown Flowed like an angel's down; And you...
Página 107 - ... rampart against German hate ; But blind ambition, seeking his own ill, With ever restless will, To the pure gales contagion foul invites : Within the same strait fold The gentle flocks and wolves relentless throng, Where still meek innocence must suffer wrong : And these — oh, shame avowed ! — • Are of the lawless hordes no tie can hold : Fame tells how Marius...
Página 102 - As with her gentle veil she wiped the tears away. How well I call to mind, When from those boughs the wind Shook down upon her bosom flower on flower ; And there she sat, meek-eyed, In midst of all that pride, Sprinkled and blushing through an amorous shower. Some to her hair paid dower, And...
Página 103 - How often then I said, Inward, and filled with dread, " Doubtless this creature came from paradise !" For at her look the while, Her voice, and her sweet smile And heavenly air, truth parted from mine eyes ; So that, with long-drawn sighs, I said, as far from men,
Página 120 - And in my heart doth keep his residence, Into my face presseth with bold pretence And there campeth, displaying his banner.
Página 164 - And if I did so say, The beauty that me bound Increase from day to day More cruel to my wound, With all the moan that may To plaint may turn my song; My life may soon decay Without redress, by wrong. If I be clear from thought, Why do ye then complain?
Página 120 - And there him hideth, and not appeareth. What may I do, when my master feareth, But in the field with him to live and die? For good is the life, ending faithfully.
Página 107 - The hard-earned dole to wring, While from afar ye bring Dealers in blood, bartering their souls for hire ? In truth's great cause I sing, Nor hatred nor disdain my earnest lay inspire. Nor mark ye yet, confirmed by proof on proof, Bavaria's perfidy, Who strikes in mockery, keeping death aloof ? (Shame, worse than aught of loss, in honor's eye!) While ye, with honest rage, devoted pour Your inmost bosom's gore!
Página 249 - Nor aught of lovely, aught of gay in show, Shall touch my heart, now cold within her tomb Who was erewhile my life and light below ! So heavy — tedious — sad — my days unblest, That I, with strong desire, invoke Death's gloom, Her to behold, whom ne'er...