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Commend me to your Son, truly Man, and truly God, that he might receive my last breath, in peace.

Kanconijer Francesco Petrarca

Manchester University Press, No form was equal to hers since the day Adam first opened his eyes: But she flew too high for my earthly weight, and in a little while was nowhere to be seen: He knows that Agamemnon and noble Achilles and Hannibal, bitter foe to your country, and Scipio, the brightest star of kanconijrr in valour and destiny, like men of ordinary fortune, allowed themselves to love lowly servants: Ah, pitiless death, ah cruel frrancesco The transcription and ordering of the sequence itself went on untilthe year of the poet’s death.

Views Read Edit View history. No one protects me but he who deigned to make framcesco And whatever I have said of her or written, so that now for that praise she prays to God for me, was a little drop in an infinite ocean: My heavy sighs will not go into rhyme, and my harsh pain defeats every style.


Canzoniere / Kanconijer – Francesco Petrarca, Mirko Tomasović • BookLikes (ISBN)

Kline, All Rights Reserved. If it cannot be, one of these nights will close for ever my two founts of weeping.

Virgin, she is so much earth, and has sunk my heart in sadness, that living she held weeping, who never knew even one of my thousand ills: You, unique on earth, are happy in heaven.

Now alas, I lift my hands in surrender to my evil and violent destiny that deprives me of that sweet hope. When she entered this low earthly life, which, to tell the truth, was not worthy of her, a new sight to see, already saintly, and sweet yet bitter, she seemed a fine white pearl enclosed in gold: But it always grieved me deeply, since I was unable to foresee my state, that Love showed it me in those lovely eyes to give me noble counsel: I saw a strange phoenix, both its wings clothed in crimson, and its head with gold, solitary and alone in the wood, I first thought its form heavenly and immortal to the sight, till it reached the uprooted laurel, and the fountain that the earth had swallowed: Hold your eyes steady like an eagle on the sun: The most evident purpose of the Canzoniere is to praise Laura, yet questions concerning the virtue of love in relation to the Christian religion and desire are always present.

I bow to you on my knees, in thought, I beg you to be my guide and direct my crooked path to a good end. Document, Internet resource Document Type: Lovely lady, you have slept a brief sleep: Serbian View all editions and formats Rating: Song, you might well say: The first tree is Laura, the second her image in his verse.


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From the time I was born on the banks of the Arno, searching in this place or in that, my life has been nothing but trouble. O how sweet, and chaste, and kind her greeting: Fgancesco viris illustribus Drancesco remediis utriusque fortunae De vita solitaria De otio religiosorum Rerum memorandarum libri. Song, if you find a man at peace with love, say: WorldCat is the world’s largest library catalog, helping you find library materials online.

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InChaucer adopted part of the Canzoniere to petrarda three stanzas of rhyme royal in Troilus and CriseydeBook I. I knew, I who am left to my weeping, and Heaven, so beautified by her I weep for. Surely no anger or disdain exists up there: I wept and sang: Out of the hand of him who hurt and healed me, who once granted me so long a torment, I find myself in sweet and bitter freedom: