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.
long years agree;
    But in that fatal glass most blame I see,
    That weary with your oft self-liking grows. 
    It on my lord placed silence, when my suit
    He would have urged, but, seeing your desire
    End in yourself alone, he soon was mute. 
    ’Twas fashion’d in hell’s wave and o’er its fire,
    And tinted in eternal Lethe:  thence
    The spring and secret of my death commence.

    MACGREGOR.

SONNET XXXIX.

Io sentia dentr’ al cor gia venir meno.

HE DESIRES AGAIN TO GAZE ON THE EYES Of LAURA.

      I now perceived that from within me fled
    Those spirits to which you their being lend;
    And since by nature’s dictates to defend
    Themselves from death all animals are made,
    The reins I loosed, with which Desire I stay’d,
    And sent him on his way without a friend;
    There whither day and night my course he’d bend,
    Though still from thence by me reluctant led. 
    And me ashamed and slow along he drew
    To see your eyes their matchless influence shower,
    Which much I shun, afraid to give you pain. 
    Yet for myself this once I’ll live; such power
    Has o’er this wayward life one look from you:—­
    Then die, unless Desire prevails again.

    ANON., OX., 1795.

      Because the powers that take their life from you
    Already had I felt within decay,
    And because Nature, death to shield or slay,
    Arms every animal with instinct true,
    To my long-curb’d desire the rein I threw,
    And turn’d it in the old forgotten way,
    Where fondly it invites me night and day,
    Though ’gainst its will, another I pursue. 
    And thus it led me back, ashamed and slow,
    To see those eyes with love’s own lustre rife
    Which I am watchful never to offend: 
    Thus may I live perchance awhile below;
    One glance of yours such power has o’er my life
    Which sure, if I oppose desire, shall end.

    MACGREGOR.

SONNET XL.

Se mai foco per foco non si spense.

HIS HEART IS ALL IN FLAMES, BUT HIS TONGUE IS MUTE, IN HER PRESENCE.

      If fire was never yet by fire subdued,
    If never flood fell dry by frequent rain,
    But, like to like, if each by other gain,
    And contraries are often mutual food;
    Love, who our thoughts controllest in each mood,
    Through whom two bodies thus one soul sustain,
    How, why in her, with such unusual strain
    Make the want less by wishes long renewed? 
    Perchance, as falleth the broad Nile from high,
    Deafening with his great voice all nature round,
    And as the sun still dazzles the fix’d eye,
    So with itself desire in discord found
    Loses in its impetuous object force,
    As the too frequent spur oft checks the course.

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