Francesco Petrarch
Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turn by Francesco Petrarch

Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turn by Francesco Petrarch

‘Ov'è la fronte, che con picciol cenno'Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turnthis way and that, with the slightest gesture?Where are the beautiful lashes and the two ...

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Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve by Francesco Petrarch

Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve by Francesco Petrarch

‘Chi vuol veder quantunque pò Natura'Who wishes to see what Nature can achieveamong us, and Heaven, come and gaze at her,who is the only sun, not only to my eyes,but to the blind ...

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Zephyr returns and brings fair weather, by Francesco Petrarch

Zephyr returns and brings fair weather, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Zephiro torna, e'l bel tempo rimena'Zephyr returns and brings fair weather,and the flowers and herbs, his sweet family,and Procne singing and Philomela weeping,and the white ...

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You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, by Francesco Petrarch

You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Voi ch'ascoltate in rime sparse il suono'You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,of those sighs on which I fed my heart,in my first vagrant youthfulness,when I was partly ...

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I turn back at every step I take by Francesco Petrarch

I turn back at every step I take by Francesco Petrarch

‘Io mi rivolgo indietro a ciascun passo'I turn back at every step I takewith weary body that has borne great pain,and take comfort then from your aspectthat makes me go on, ...

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A new young angel carried by her wings by Francesco Petrarch

A new young angel carried by her wings by Francesco Petrarch

‘Nova angeletta sovra l'ale accorta'A new young angel carried by her wingsdescended from the sky to the green bank,there where I passed, alone, to my destiny,When she saw I was ...

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I have not seen you, lady, by Francesco Petrarch

I have not seen you, lady, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Lassare il velo o per sole o per ombra'I have not seen you, lady,leave off your veil in sun or shadow,since you knew that great desire in myselfthat all other wishes in the heart ...

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Petrarch by Francesco Petrarch

Petrarch by Francesco Petrarch

IDiana was never more pleasing to her lover,when, by a stroke of fate, he saw her naked,shown in the deep pool of icy water,than I was by the mountain shepherdess,standing there ...

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My sad verse, go to the harsh stone by Francesco Petrarch

My sad verse, go to the harsh stone by Francesco Petrarch

‘Ite, rime dolenti, al duro sasso'My sad verse, go to the harsh stonethat hides my precious treasure in the earth,call to her there, she will reply from heaven,though her mortal ...

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Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame by Francesco Petrarch

Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame by Francesco Petrarch

DOTH any maiden seek the glorious fame Of chastity, of strength, of courtesy? Gaze in the eyes of that sweet enemy Whom all the world doth as my lady name! How honour grows, and ...

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The angels elect and the blessed spirits, by Francesco Petrarch

The angels elect and the blessed spirits, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Li angeli electi et l'anime beate'The angels elect and the blessed spirits,citizens of heaven, surrounded my lady,filled with wonderment and reverence,on that first day she ...

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Little wandering bird that goes singing by Francesco Petrarch

Little wandering bird that goes singing by Francesco Petrarch

‘Vago augelleto che cantando vai,'Little wandering bird that goes singingyour time gone by, with weeping notes,seeing the night and the winter near,and the day and all the joyful ...

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What do I feel if this is not love? by Francesco Petrarch

What do I feel if this is not love? by Francesco Petrarch

‘S'amor non è, che dunque è quel ch'io sento?What do I feel if this is not love?But if it is love, God, what thing is this?If good, why this effect: bitter, mortal?If bad, then ...

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I find no peace, and yet I make no war: by Francesco Petrarch

I find no peace, and yet I make no war: by Francesco Petrarch

‘Pace non trovo, et non ò da fa guerra:'I find no peace, and yet I make no war:and fear, and hope: and burn, and I am ice:and fly above the sky, and fall to earth,and clutch at ...

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My thought raised me to a place in which by Francesco Petrarch

My thought raised me to a place in which by Francesco Petrarch

‘Levommi il mio penser in parte ov'era'My thought raised me to a place in whichshe was whom I seek, and cannot find on earth:there, among those who are in the third circle,I saw ...

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She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze by Francesco Petrarch

She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze by Francesco Petrarch

‘Erano i capei d'oro a l'aura sparsi'She let her gold hair scatter in the breezethat twined it in a thousand sweet knots,and wavering light, beyond measure, would burnin those ...

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You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, by Francesco Petrarch

You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Voi ch'ascoltate in rime sparse il suono'You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,of those sighs on which I fed my heart,in my first vagrant youthfulness,when I was partly ...

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When I turn again to gaze on the years by Francesco Petrarch

When I turn again to gaze on the years by Francesco Petrarch

‘Quand'io mi volgo indietro a miarar gli anni'When I turn again to gaze on the yearsthat have scattered all my thoughts in passing,and doused the fire where I, freezing, ...

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Canzone XVI by Francesco Petrarch

Canzone XVI by Francesco Petrarch

O my own Italy! though words are vainThe mortal wounds to close,Unnumber'd, that thy beauteous bosom stain,Yet may it soothe my painTo sigh forth Tyber's woes,And Arno's wrongs, ...

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Clear, sweet fresh water by Francesco Petrarch

Clear, sweet fresh water by Francesco Petrarch

‘Chiare, fresche et dolci acque,'Clear, sweet fresh waterwhere she, the only one who seemedwoman to me, rested her beautiful limbs:gentle branch where it pleased her(with sighs, I ...

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If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? (Sonnet 102) by Francesco Petrarch

If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? (Sonnet 102) by Francesco Petrarch

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me, ...

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Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turn by Francesco Petrarch

Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turn by Francesco Petrarch

‘Ov'è la fronte, che con picciol cenno'Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turnthis way and that, with the slightest gesture?Where are the beautiful lashes and the two ...

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The eyes I spoke about so warmly, by Francesco Petrarch

The eyes I spoke about so warmly, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Gli occhi di ch'io parlai sí caldamente,'The eyes I spoke about so warmly,and the arms, the hands, the ankles, and the facethat left me so divided from myself,and made me ...

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Love leads me on, from thought to thought, by Francesco Petrarch

Love leads me on, from thought to thought, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Di pensier in pensier, di monte in monte'Love leads me on, from thought to thought,from mountain to mountain, since every path blazedproves opposed to the tranquil life.If there ...

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I go weeping for my time past, by Francesco Petrarch

I go weeping for my time past, by Francesco Petrarch

‘I'vo piagendo i miei passati tempi'I go weeping for my time past,that I spent in loving something mortal,without lifting myself in flight, for I had wingsthat might have freed me ...

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Zephyr returns and brings fair weather, by Francesco Petrarch

Zephyr returns and brings fair weather, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Zephiro torna, e'l bel tempo rimena'Zephyr returns and brings fair weather,and the flowers and herbs, his sweet family,and Procne singing and Philomela weeping,and the white ...

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These days of mine, faster than a hind, by Francesco Petrarch

These days of mine, faster than a hind, by Francesco Petrarch

‘I dí miei piú leggier' che nesun cervo,'These days of mine, faster than a hind,fly like shadows, and I have seen no more goodthan an eye-wink, and few are the calm hours,whose ...

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That nightingale who weeps so sweetly, by Francesco Petrarch

That nightingale who weeps so sweetly, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Quel rosignol, che sí soave piagne,'That nightingale who weeps so sweetly,perhaps for his brood, or his dear companion,fills the sky and country round with sweetnesswith so many ...

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The high column and the green laurel are broken by Francesco Petrarch

The high column and the green laurel are broken by Francesco Petrarch

‘Rotta è l'alta colonna e 'l verde lauro'The high column and the green laurel are brokenthat cast a shade for my weary thoughts:I have lost what I do not hope to find againin ...

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Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve by Francesco Petrarch

Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve by Francesco Petrarch

‘Chi vuol veder quantunque pò Natura'Who wishes to see what Nature can achieveamong us, and Heaven, come and gaze at her,who is the only sun, not only to my eyes,but to the blind ...

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Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I’d find] by Francesco Petrarch

Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I’d find] by Francesco Petrarch

Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find,Forcing from her hard heart full many a sigh,And re-enkindle in her frozen mindDesires a thousand, passionate and high;O'er her fair face ...

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That wandering paleness which conceals by Francesco Petrarch

That wandering paleness which conceals by Francesco Petrarch

‘Quel vago impallidir che 'l dolce riso'That wandering paleness which concealsthe sweet smile in a loving mist,offered itself to my heart with such majestythat it revealed the ...

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The heavens have revolved for seventeen years by Francesco Petrarch

The heavens have revolved for seventeen years by Francesco Petrarch

‘Dicesette anni à già rivolto il cielo'The heavens have revolved for seventeen yearssince I first burned, and I am never quenched:but when I think again about my state,I feel a ...

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Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields, by Francesco Petrarch

Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Solo et pensoso i piú deserti campi'Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields,I go measuring out slow, hesitant paces,and keep my eyes intent on fleeingany place ...

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Sonnet 131 [I’d sing of Love in such a novel fashion] by Francesco Petrarch

Sonnet 131 [I’d sing of Love in such a novel fashion] by Francesco Petrarch

I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashionthat from her cruel side I would draw by forcea thousand sighs a day, kindling againin her cold mind a thousand high desires;I'd see her ...

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Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent by Francesco Petrarch

Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent by Francesco Petrarch

‘Or che 'l ciel et la terra e 'l vento tace'Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silentand the wild creatures and the birds are reined in sleep,Night leads its starry ...

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Life flies, and never stays an hour, by Francesco Petrarch

Life flies, and never stays an hour, by Francesco Petrarch

‘La vita fugge, et non s'arresta una hora,'Life flies, and never stays an hour,and death comes on behind with its dark day,and present things and past thingsembattle me, and ...

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Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year, by Francesco Petrarch

Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Benedetto sia 'l giorno, et 'l mese, et l'anno,'Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,and the season, and the time, and the hour, and the moment,and the beautiful ...

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From ‘Visions’ by Francesco Petrarch

From ‘Visions’ by Francesco Petrarch

Being one day at my window all alone, So manie strange things happened me to see, As much as it grieveth me to thinke thereon. At my right hand a hynde appear'd to mee, ...

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No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour by Francesco Petrarch

No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour by Francesco Petrarch

‘Non d'atra et tempestosa onda marina'No weary helmsman ever fled for harbourfrom the dark and tempestuous ocean waves,as I do from gloomy and turbid thought,fleeing where my ...

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A new young angel carried by her wings by Francesco Petrarch

A new young angel carried by her wings by Francesco Petrarch

‘Nova angeletta sovra l'ale accorta'A new young angel carried by her wingsdescended from the sky to the green bank,there where I passed, alone, to my destiny,When she saw I was ...

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Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber by Francesco Petrarch

Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber by Francesco Petrarch

‘Non Tesin, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige et Tebro,'Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or TiberEuphrates, Tigris, Nile, Erno, Indus, or Ganges,Don, Danube, Alpheus, Garonne, or the ...

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Many times now, with my true thought, by Francesco Petrarch

Many times now, with my true thought, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Più volte già dal bel sembiante humano'Many times now, with my true thought,I've dared to assail my enemy, quiet and humblein her actions, her beauty seeming kind,with my honest ...

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Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods, by Francesco Petrarch

Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Per mezz'i boschi inhospiti et selvaggi'Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods,where men at arms go at great risk,I go safely, since nothing can frighten meexcept that sun ...

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A pure white hind appeared to me by Francesco Petrarch

A pure white hind appeared to me by Francesco Petrarch

‘Una candida cerva sopra l'erba'A pure white hind appeared to mewith two gold horns, on green grass,between two streams, in a laurel's shade,at sunrise, in the unripe season.Her ...

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O little room that was once a refuge by Francesco Petrarch

O little room that was once a refuge by Francesco Petrarch

‘O cameretta che già fosti un porto'O little room that was once a refugefrom those grave diurnal storms of mine,you are a fountain now of nocturnal tearswhich I carry hidden by ...

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O beautiful hand that clutches my heart by Francesco Petrarch

O beautiful hand that clutches my heart by Francesco Petrarch

‘O bella man, che mi destringi 'l core'O beautiful hand that clutches my heartshutting my life in so small a space,hand on which Nature and Heaven lavishedall art, and all care, ...

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Ah me, the beautiful face, ah me, the gentle look, by Francesco Petrarch

Ah me, the beautiful face, ah me, the gentle look, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Oimè il bel viso, oimè il soave sguardo,'Ah me, the beautiful face, ah me, the gentle look,ah me, the graceful noble manner of her:ah me, the speech that made every harshand ...

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As at times in hot sunny weather by Francesco Petrarch

As at times in hot sunny weather by Francesco Petrarch

‘Come talora al caldo tempo sòle'As at times in hot sunny weathera guileless butterfly accustomed to the light,flies in its wanderings into someone's face,causing it to die, and ...

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Heavenly Father, after the lost days, by Francesco Petrarch

Heavenly Father, after the lost days, by Francesco Petrarch

‘Padre del ciel, dopo i perduti giorni,'Heavenly Father, after the lost days,after the nights spent wandering,with that fierce desire that burned in my heart,gazing on limbs so ...

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