The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of PetrarchH.G. Bohn, 1859 - 416 páginas |
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Amor angel Avignon beauteous beauty behold Bishop of Cavaillon blest bliss Boccaccio bosom breast breath bright eyes burn CAPEL LOFFT Cardinal charms church Clement Clement VI cold Colonna Correggio dear death desire doth dread e'en e'er earth Emperor face fair fame fate fear feel fire flame fond friends Genoa Genoese grace grief hath heart heaven holy honour hope Italy John Visconti lady Laura laurel letter light live Lord Love Love's MACGREGOR Mantua Milan mind mortal ne'er never night NOTT numbers o'er occhi Padua pain Parma pass'd passion Pastrengo peace Petrarch pity poet poet's Pope praise Provençal Rienzo Roman Rome says seem'd SESTINA sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNET soon sorrow soul spirit Stefano Colonna sweet tears thee thine thou thought tongue turn'd Vaucluse Venice verse virtue weary whence wings wish wont wrote
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Página cxxxiii - Clear, fresh, and dulcet streams, Which the fair shape who seems To me sole woman, haunted at noon-tide ; Fair bough, so gently fit, (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...
Página cxxxiii - 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 cxliii - And in my heart doth keep his residence, Into my face presseth with bold pretence And there campeth, displaying his banner.
Página xlii - ... of April, 1327, in the church of St. Clara, at the first hour of the day. I was then in my youth. In the same city, and at the same hour, in the year 1348, tliis luminary disappeared from our world.
Página 104 - Has seized and soil'd my soul : O Virgin ! pure and good, Delay not till I reach my life's last year ; Swifter than shaft and shuttle are, my days 'Mid misery and sin Have...
Página cxxxix - 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 cxxxvi - Father, from on high, Touch by my humble voice, that stubborn wrath may yield! Ye, to whose sovereign hands the fates confide Of this fair land the reins — (This land for which no pity wrings your breast) — Why does the stranger's sword her plains invest ? That her green fields be dyed, Hope ye, with blood from the barbarians...
Página xxix - The morning of the 8th of April, 1341, was ushered in by the sound of trumpets; and the people, ever fond of a show, came from all quarters to see the ceremony. Twelve youths selected from the best families of Rome, and clothed in scarlet, opened the procession, repeating as they went some verses, composed by the poet, in honour of the Roman people. They were followed by six citizens of Rome, clothed in green, and bearing crowns wreathed with diflerent flowers.
Página cxlii - I find repose, and from the throng'd resort Of man turn fearfully my eyes aside; At each lone step thoughts ever new arise Of her I love, who oft with cruel sport Will mock the pangs I bear, the tears, the sighs; Yet e'en these ills I prize. Though bitter, sweet, nor would they were removed: For my heart whispers me...
Página 75 - WHEN welcome slumber locks my torpid frame, I see thy spirit in the midnight dream ; Thine eyes that still in living lustre beam : In all but frail mortality the same. Ah! then, from earth and all its sorrows free, Methinks I meet thee in each former scene, Once the sweet shelter of a heart serene; Now vocal only while I weep for thee.