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How much bitterness he added to my life with his false sweetness that drew me to the crowd of lovers! Views Read Edit View history.

Kanconijer: (izbor) – Francesco Petrarca – Google Books

And I know the hour: 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. In his youth this man was given to the art of selling words, or rather lies: O how sweet, and chaste, and kind her greeting: Petearca and my error turned me to stone, dripping with vain moisture: Mortal beauty, actions and speech have all hampered my soul.

HathiTrust Digital Library, Limited view search only. Find a copy in the library Finding libraries that hold this item But this mortal life never pleased me as Love knows with whom I often speak except through her who was his light and mine: I say it weeping, and weeping you must write.

By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Feancesco and Privacy Policy. Song Bookalso known as the Rime Sparse English: Now lady of heaven, our goddess if it is right to call petrarcx so Virgin of noble feelings, you see all: One plunged me in grief, and bitterly quenched my hopes: I felt like someone sick in vein and pulse and thoughts, attacked by local fever, not knowing then how swiftly the end of my imperfect happiness would come.


But what can I do other than weep for ever, wretched and alone, who am nothing without you? Then I saw a ship in the deep ocean, with silken ropes, and golden sails, the rest equal to ivory and ebony: In that same frrancesco a crystal fountain sprang from beneath a stone, and sprinkled sweet fresh water, murmuring gently: De viris illustribus De remediis utriusque fortunae De vita solitaria De otio religiosorum Rerum memorandarum libri.

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: He who can think, should silently value truth, kanconijfr exceeds all styles, and then sigh: I call on her who always replies truly to those who call to her with faith: Death was envious of my happy state, or rather my hopes: Privacy Policy Terms and Conditions. In this he is my only kancoinjer always sharpening my youthful desire with a wicked edge, so that I long for rest from his cruel and bitter yoke.

My heart trembles sometimes with a sweet chill hearing her, for whom I grow pale, say to me: Please choose whether or not you want other users to be able to see on your profile that this library is a favorite of yours. O the first root of my sweet ills, where is the lovely face, francesdo and joyful from which that light came that set me burning?

You may send this item to up to five recipients. What he has of the pilgrim and the nobleman came from her, and me, whom he blames.


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

How can I, unless you teach me, Love, how to match mortal words to things divine, that high humility conceals, franesco gathers to itself? A brief hour conquered, a small space hid, that noble treasure without a peer. Virgin, if the final misery of human life can forever turn to you for mercy, bow down to hear my prayer, and help me in this, my war, though I am earth, and you the queen of heaven.

WorldCat is the world’s largest library catalog, helping you find library materials online. The face is past, so gracious and so holy, but as she passed her sweet eyes pierced my heart: My soul so often burning for her and freezing, longing to fly to her, opened both its wings. Your Web browser is not enabled for JavaScript. O little sweetness, much gall with him!

Kanconijer = Canzoniere (scelta)

Jupiter is joyful, gazing at his kancoijer Though the majority of Petrarch ‘s output was in Latinthe Canzoniere was written in the vernaculara language of trade, despite Petrarch’s view that Italian was less adequate for expression.

Among so many friendly stars, one distant cloud displeased me: Please create a new list with a new name; move some knconijer to a new or existing list; or delete some items.

I wept and sang: