Dante, Petrarch, Camoens; CXXIV Sonnets

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... more it hath of light. XIX (69) Kind Heaven, what angel messenger was wrought So swift with my complaint on high to speed? For now my Love returns in very deed, As erft with comeliness and sweetness fraught; And balsam for the wretched heart hath brought, Humbly attending on her holy deed; And such, in fine, that I from death recede, And live, nor sorrow for the life resought. O fortunate, that can another bless By the mere sight, or words that softly thrill But in his ear who knows what they express! " Dear faithful friend, I sorrow for thy ill, But I was cruel for our happiness." Thus she, and more to make the Sun ftand ftill. XX (70) With that refe&ion of lament and tear The Lord of Love so richly doth provide, I feed my heart, whose wounds profound and wide Scanning, I oft times quake and pale for fear. But she unparalleled, who not compeer Or second knew, my couch forlorn beside, Clothed with a luftre eye may scarce abide, Sitting I see, intent to calm and cheer. With the same hand for which I yearned of yore She dries my eyes, and from her lips proceed Sweets unconveyed to mortal ear before:--"Is all thy wisdom then a broken reed? Enough haft thou lamented, weep no more. Would that as I thou wert alive indeed!" XXL (7I) Recalling the sweet look and golden head So lowly bent, whereof now Heaven is proud, Visage angelic, tones not ever loud, Whose music joy, whose memory woe hath bred; Certes, I now were numbered with the dead, Had not that One, of whom 'tis not avowed If chaster or more beauteous, earthward bowed, At dawn's approach unto my succour sped. How pure in pious tenderness our greeting! With what attention doth she note and weigh The long sad tale I ever am repeating! Till, smitten by the morning's vanward ray, With dewy...

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