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This institution reserves the right f*? ref uf to accept a copy order if, in its judgement, fulfillment of the order would involve violation of the copyright law. A UTHOR: DANTE ALIGHIERI TITLE: DANTE, PETRARCH, CAMOENS PLACE: LONDON DA TE: 1896 COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY LIBRARIES PRESERVATION DEPARTMENT BIBLIOGRAPHIC MICROFORM TARCFT Master Negative # Original Material as Filmed - Existing Bibliographic Record ^' B825G187 H33 1896 Garnett, Richard, 1835-1906, tr. Dante. Petrarch. Camo^ns. CXXIV sonnets tr# "by Richard Garnetto LoniLon, J. Lanej Boston, Copeland & Day, 1896. xii, 147 p. 20cm. Presentation copy to Lotiise Imogen Guiney, vith the author's inscription and signatiore. L D850.il G187 Oarnott, Richard, 1B35-1906, tr. Dante. Pe- trarch. Cpinoens. 1896. (Card 2) Copy in Paterno. 1896. Presentation copy to James C. Young, with the author's inscription and signature. CONTINUED ON NEXT CARD X. 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LONDON: JOHN LANE BOSTON" • C0PJELAND4D/y» » •MP.ceox<-vi' n I TO PROFESSOR CHARLES ELIOT NORTON THE FIRST COMMENTATOR IN ENGLISH ON THE VITA NUOVA ti'tiii.i Pianeta Che mena dritto altrui per ogni calk. I 5 ! i PREFATORT NOTE T'he order of Dante^s sonnets in this volume is that of the originals in the edition of Frati- celh^ and the Arabic numerals in parenthesis correspond to his numeration. The Arabic numeration of Petrarch's sonnets agrees with that of the editions of Mar sand and Leopardi ; and that of Camoens with the edition of Juro- menha. Sonnets XXVL and XXXIX,, which were not known to furomena, are numbered as in StorcUs German translation. As the sonnets of Camoens do not seem to have been disposed by the original editor on any principlcy they are here arranged in what appears their mojl natural sequence. V \ < ■ > ■ ■ I •> '%m ' TABLE OF FIRST LINES. The initial following the first line of each sonnet denotes the name of the author. A following P indicates that the sonnet is one of those written during the life of Laura^ and B that it was written after her death. The numeral refers to the number of the sonnet in this collection. A After so many, many days ill spent (C xiv) - A light so fair and gentle doth imbue (D xi) All fair perfections that consenting dwell (C v) - Apparel of green woods and meadows gay (C xx) As latterly upon a certain way (D iii) - As Love pursued me in the wonted glade (P A x) Beautiful eyes, whereof the sunny sphere (C iii) Beauty and Virtue, oft relentless foes (P B x) Bending upon the Past reverted eyes (C xxxi) Beyond the sphere that doth all spheres enfold (D xvii) Blessed for aye the day, the month, the year (P A iv) Blest flowers and glad, herbs fortunately sown (P A xviii) Blest soul, that in the byegone day so dear (P B xxiv) Boons but to few by liberal Heaven allowed (PA xxxiii) Bound on the way that Beauty treads, when fain (D xix) Brooding in sadness o'er my evil case (C xxvi) - Could I have deemed that men would so delight (P B vii) Country, Life's raft whereby her sea bestows (C xxii) - Ere yet my Fortune had prevailed quite (C i) - Ever do I lament the days gone by (P B xxiii) - Exalted by my thought to regions where (P B xi) Fair Spirit, with all virtue fired and crowned (P A xiv) Few years and evil to my life were lent (C xxv) - Fulfilled of the delight ineffable (P A xii) - Gentle and dainty Naiades, who dwell (C vi) PAGE 114 15 105 120 7 40 103 82 131 21 34 48 96 63 23 126 79 122 lOI 95 83 44 125 42 106 IX \ TABLE OF FIRST LINES PAGE Guido and Lapo, well it were might we (D ii) - - - - 6 Her golden tresses showered on air were blent (P A vi) - - 36 Here, where fecundity of Babel frames (C xxiv) - - - - 124 Hither from her, whence Shame hath sped away (P A xi) - - 41 Hours of my happiness, a scanty train ! (C xvi) - - - - 116 How far accumulating years extend (C xxx) .... 130 How oft, where anciently I took delight (P B iv) - - - 76 I felt awakening in my heart anew (D vii) 11 I heard Apollo and the Muses sing (C xv) - - - - - US I saw angelic gest in earthly spheres (PA xv) - - - - 45 If, as some deem, from stars man's fate is shed (P A xxii) - - 52 If loving faith and heart unskilled to feign (P A xxxvi) - - 66 If plaintive note of birds, or rustle lent (P B xi) - - - 74 In days of youth, when living but for Love (C xiii) - - - 113 In lowly cell bereaved of liberty (C xl) 130 Is this the nest wherein my Phoenix laid (P B xv) - - - 87 Kind Heaven, what angel messenger was wrought (P B xix) - 91 Ladies, whose act reveals such charity (D vi) - - - - 10 Lady, a gentle thought that speaks of you (D xv) - - - 19 Lady, who e'er thou art that goodly fame (P A xl) - - - 70 Last moment of last hour of final day (P B xvii) - - - 89 Leave me, all sweet refrain my lip hath made (C xxxix) - - 139 Like men beholding things incredible (P A xvii) - - - 47 Lo ! the fair prospect of Mondego clear (C x) - - - -no Lord, if for grief lodged newly in my breast (D xviii) - - - 22 Love and the gentle heart make but one whole (D v) - - - 9 Love guides where spurring Wish would have me sped (P A xxxii) 62 Love I besought and yet again do pray (P A xxxvii) - - - 67 Love sends me messenger of gentle thought (PA xxi) - - 51 Love spread a dainty net in grassy glade (PA xxv) - - - 55 Love, who dost every thought of mine behold (PA xix) - - 49 Love, who in happier hour to bide wert fain ^P B xii) - - - 84 Mid green and shade of yonder flowery rise (P A xxxviii) - - 68 TABLE OF FIRST LINES PAGE Most foul and fair of all thy company (C xxxiii) - - - • ^33 My eyes perceived what ruth in yours did spring (D xiii) - - 17 Not starry motions in clear heavens displayed (P B xiv) - - 26 Now that so many times, so many ways (P A viii) - - - 67 Oblivion for her freight, my bark divides (PA xxvii) - - - 57 O for a solitude so absolute (C xxi) 121 Often thus Love enjoined me, ** Write," he said (P A vii) - - 37 Pensive and lone where earth lies loneliest (P A ii) - - - 32 Pilgrims, who wend along immersed in thought (D xvi) - - 20 Recalling the sweet look and golden head (P B xxi) - - - 93 River, that from the mountain summit sped (PA xxxi) - - 6t River, this husk of me well mayest thou (PA xxiv) - - - 54 Secluse in sullen grot beside the sea (C xxix) - - - - 129 Sighs, on whose flaming breath has flown so wide (C i) - - 117 Since I was lorn of her, to sight so clear (P B iii) ■ - - 75 Sky, earth, and air are sleeping silently (C xxviii) - - - 128 So far as Heaven to lend me light devised (P B xviii)- - - 90 So goodly and so seemly doth appear (D viii) - - - - 12 So sweet the lyre, so musical the strain (C iv) - - - - 104 Soul of my soul, that didst so early wing (C xxxv) ... 135 Soul, that such various things with various art (P A xxixj - - 59 Stand we here. Love, our glory to behold (PA xxviii) . . 58 Sweet and clear waters of Mondego's flood (C xix) - - - 119 Sweet verses mine, that sing upon the way ( D x) - - - 14 Sweet wrath, sweet scorn, sweet reconcilement, ill (P A xxx) - 60 Tagus, whose streams on Lusitania's plain (C viii) - - - 108 Tagus, with countenance how different (C ix) - - - - 109 The beauty of this free aerial height (C vii) .... 107 The beauty that my heart inhabited (P B viii) .... 26 The chosen angels and the souls at rest (P B xxii) - - - 94 The eyes whose praise I penned with glowing thought (P B vi) - 78 The flame that other flame outshone so far (P B v) - - - 77 The goodly apple of this goodly tree (C xxiii) - - - - 136 XI I ^ TABLE OF FIRST LINES The last of all my happy days, ah me ! (P B xvi) The lofty Column and the Laurel green (P B i) - The mist of pallor in such beauteous wise (P A 13) - The salt stream that did sorrowfully flow (D xiv) The songful plaint of birds, newly awake (P A xxxv) - The southern window where one Sun is shown (P A ix) The Sun that lit the way whereby aright (P B xiii) The woeful look I wear by Love's decree (D iv) There came into my mind upon a day (D xii) This Phoenix, from her wealth of aureate plumes (P A xxvi) Thou, whom I shielded aye from falsehood's blame (P A iii) Through wild inhospitable woods I rove (P A xxiii) - Time and the mortal will stand never fast (C xxxvi) - Time with new green hath clad the meadow dry (C xxxvii) To each enamoured soul and gentle heart (D i) - Troubled and sullied by the flood is rolled (C xxxviii) Two ladies on the summit of my mind (D xx) - What hath the wide world left me to adore ? (C xxxiv) What heaven, what ideality of Love (P A xvi) - What Nature, when her power with Heaven's unites (PA xxxix When among troops of ladies fair and gay (P A xxxiv) When for a little I have leave to gaze (C ii) - - . When from the prison I had gained reprieve (P A v) - When going down of sun tints evening air (C xi) When Love doth earthward the fair eyes incline (P A xx) When that I was condemned by Love's decree (C xxxii) Who doth my Love mid other ladies see (D ix) - Who taxes Love immortal with deceit (C xviii) - With that refection of lament and tear (P B xx) - Wonted to self-reproach, I now excuse (P B ix) - Would that with thee I were upon the wing (C xxvii) Ye in whose bonds man walks a willing thrall (C xii) - Ye who attend the desultory flow (P A i) - PAGE 73 43 18 65 68 85 8 16 59 34 53 136 137 5 138 24 134 46 69 64 102 35 III 50 132 13 118 92 81 127 112 31 ERRATA. Prefatory Note, line 9, for Juromena read Juromenha, Page 45, line 10, for consent read concent. Page 135, line 13, for thee and my read me and thy. xn y i Dante D^NTE 77?ou who li^e Dian hast in heaven domain^ tAnd hell^ and worlds that intermediate roll^ tribute so slender summed in tiny scroll Seemeth it not thy grandeur to profane F Not sOy such offering thou woul£st ne^er disdain^ ^ware that not from deeper springs of soul *Burst the great song the centuries extol Than these clear notes y heard once and yet again : Which ^ if among the spirits unf or given Thou wentesty or where smites the healing rod^ Or did'' St the path of Paradise essay ^ Borne in the heart where'er the feet took way^ Gave witness that thou had'st already trod Lovers landy that comprehendeth Hell and Heaven, B — 2 \ ? DANTE I (I) To each enamoured soul and gentle heart To sight of whom these presents shall be brought, That unto me they may remit their thought, May Love, their Lord, felicity impart ! Two thirds were wanting ftill, ere should depart The time when stars with light are chiefly fraught, When Love came sudden to my view unsought. In guise that but to image is to ftart. Bearing my heart within his hand he came ; Blithe, as mesecmed ; within his arms was laid My Lady in a coverlet asleep. Then woke he her, and with that heart aflame Obsequious fed ; she ate as one afraid ; And as he went I saw that he did weep. ■■»•*• i SONNETS II (2) GuiDo and Lapo, well it were might we By spells be spirited away and pent In ship the ftress of airy element Should solely urge at our desire's decree — So that not storm or like adversity To our delight should move impediment, But we might voyage aye in sweet consent. More and more joying in our amity. And there might Vanna be, and Bfce too ; And her, who thirty for her number had, Thither the gentle wizard should enforce : And of nought else than Love would we discourse And might each Lady be content and glad. As I believe that I should be, and you. DANTE III (4) As latterly upon a certain way That liked me ill, in heaviness I rode, Love to my eyes in middle path was showed. Habited in a pilgrim's light array. His sorry seeming did, methought, betray That he was of dominion disendowed ; Pensive with sighs he went, his head down bowed. Left passers should his countenance survey. Then, having sight of me, he called upon My name, and said, I come from diftant coaft. Where lately dwelt thy heart by my command ; Which for new love I render from my hand : And he with me so blended and was loft, I saw not how he suddenly was gone. \ i I SONNETS IV (9) The woeful look I wear by Love's decree Comes to my contemplation day by day ; For pity of myself I often say " Fares it then so with other man than me ? " Then Love assaulteth me so suddenly Life from my frame is almoft chased away ; Yet doth one animating spirit ftay, And thus it is, because he talks of thee. Yet, that myself may to myself be true. Pallid and void of ftrength my way I take To you, expedting healing from your eyes ; And when I lift mine own to look on you, • Tremor so mighty doth my bosom shake. That driven from the pulse the spirit flies. 8 DANTE V (10) Love and the gentle heart make but one whole. As in his lay the sage declareth well ; Nor more may one without the other dwell Than without reason reasonable soul. Nature, when moods of tenderness control. Makes them. Love Lord, and heart the tabernacle Where he, pavilioned, sometimes for brief spell And sometimes for long season sleepeth sole. Beauty then shed from woman wise and pure Enchanteth so the eyes, the heart they ftrike With longing for the thing they love to scan : And oftentimes therein this doth endure Till slumbering Love awakens ; and the like Worketh in woman excellence of man. 1 ;l I i i J SONNETS VI (14) Ladies, whose a6l reveals such charity, What lady here proftrated lies forlorn ? Can it be she who in my heart is borne ? Hide this no more, I pray, if so it be. If 'tis, so changed the countenance I see. So fearfully the frame with anguish torn. She seems no more the same who could adorn Another by her mere vicinity. *' If thou our Lady knoweft not who lies So spent with utter woe, this is no blame. Not to ourselves it happened otherwise : But look, and thou wilt see it is the same. Known by the gentle motion of her eyes ; O weep no more ! dissolved is all thy frame." 10 I DANTE VII (16) I FELT awakening in my heart anew Love's spirit, lulled so long in slumber there ; And Love himself with look so debonair Coming beheld that him I scarcely knew. " Now up, to yield me my observance due," He cried, and with each word a smile did pair. Brief time my Lord had ftood, when, gazing where He came from, I had sight of ladies two : Vanna, and with her Bice following Love to the spot where I was present ; each Beside the other seemed a thing divine : And, as my memory revives his speech. Thus said he unto me, " Call this one Spring, And this one Love, whose face is even as mine.** W ' (I i'l I II # '4MM>"W> ■ ' ■■ ■ .■< P I . , W,! ^ »' . ' fHrrr^wi^ 'P . 1 11-, ■; . sxm jm. JCg i ; ^' Ik » ,v ■ * f SONNETS DANTE VIII (17) So goodly and so seemly doth appear My Lady, when she doth a greeting bring, That tongue is ftayed, silent and quivering, And eye adventures not to look on her. She thence departeth, of her laud aware, Meek in humility's apparelling ; And men efteem her as a heavenly thing Sent down to earth a marvel to declare. Whoso regardeth, so delightedly Beholds, his eyes into his heart inftil Sweet only to be known by tafting it ; And from her face invisibly doth flit A gentle spirit Love doth wholly fill, That to the soul is ever saying, Sigh. IX (18) Who doth my Love mid other ladies see, Hath of all blessedness the perfedl sight, And all her fellows muft ascribe of right Glory to God that such a thing may be. Her loveliness hath such rare quality None may be jealous of their own delight, But all attend her as she doth invite In gentle love and sweet sincerity. The sight of her begets humility ; Yet is her charm not to herself confined, But all who neighbour her partake thereof j And in her bearing is such suavity That no one can recall her to his mind, But he muft sigh for very sweet of Love. III 12 13 i it ■? SONNETS DANTE f ' III X (20) Sweet verses mine, that sing upon the way Of her whose loveliness makes others fair, One shall o'ertake you, even if now not there, Of whom, " This is our brother," ye will say. But I by Lord of love and lovers pray Moft earneftly that ye will lend no ear, For not one sentence speaketh he sincere. Nor rings one note of truth in all his lay. And if it thus should be, that his discourse Moves you before your Lady to be found. Pause not, but haften as this doth inspire. And say, " Madonna, we come hither bound. Pleading his cause who gives his sorrow course, And grieving saith. Where is my eyes' desire ? ' XI (21) A LIGHT so fair and gentle doth imbue Her eyes, that he to whom this doth appear Beholdeth what he never may declare Because it is so lofty and so new. And the bright rays that shower on me subdue My heart with trouble so, I quake for fear. And, " Not again," I say, " return I here j " But soon this resolution changeth hue. And I return where I was overthrown, Seeking my eyes to comfort and revive That shrank before the light they found so fair Alas ! they droop and shut as I arrive ; And dead is the desire that urged them on ; So, Love, I recommend me to thy care. H '5 ll % [\ 1 SONNETS XII (24) There came into my mind upon a day The gentle Lady Love laments on earth, As ye by impulse that from him had birth Were drawn my occupation to survey : And Love, awrare of vvrhat the mind did sv^^ay, Avt^akening in the wafted bosom's dearth, Was thus my sighs enjoining, " Go ye forth "; So each one grieving went upon his way. They all complaining from my bosom ftole, Lifting the voice whereby so oft is ftained The eye with tears disconsolately given : But they who passage with leaft ease obtained, Came forth repeating, " Thou transcendent Soul, This day laft year thy home was made in Heaven." 16 /i DANTE XIII (25) My eyes perceived what ruth in yours did spring At contemplation of my mournful face. As they the geft and habitude did trace That agony from me is wont to wring 5 And when I saw thou waft considering My life dejedled in her lowly place. Fear seized upon me, left the eyes disgrace The weak soul uninured to suffering. Then went I from you, feeling that the tides Of sorrow welling up already drowned The heart your presence had discomfited. And afterward in my sad soul I said, '' The very Love whereby these tears abound Certainly with this Lady too abides." \ 17 .^ r4 7f SONNETS XIV (27) The salt ftream that did sorrowfully flow, Speeded, ye Eyes, from your deep springs apace, Gave marvel unto all who such long space Beheld you weeping, as yourselves do know. Now fear I that all such ye would forgo, If I upon my own part would be base. And not all shift and subterfuge displace, Reminding you of her who made your woe! Your levity lays load of heavy thought Upon me, sore disquieted with dread Of her who looks on you in wiftful wise : By nothing less than Death should you be wrought E'er to forget your Lady who is dead. Thus saith my heart, and afterward it sighs. ::i_^''-— '-..■«» '. ' DANTE XV (28) Lady, a gentle thought that speaks of you To dwell with me doth oftentimes hold course. And doth of Love so witchingly discourse, That as he thinketh thinketh my heart too. Then of the heart the soul inquireth, " Who Is this who comes to dry our sorrow's source. And in his speech infuseth such a force That other thought abides not with us two ? " To whom, " O troubled soul," the heart replies, " A little new-born child of Love it is. Who beareth unto me his yearnings' freight j And all his life and ftrength consift in this, That he hath derivation from her eyes. Who of our dolour was compassionate," 18 19 C — 2 w i\ •ysfmr Tt-i SONNETS ' XVI (30) Pilgrims, who wend along immersed in thought, Musing, perchance, on diftant things unshown, Come ye from regions so remote and lone, As should be gathered by your mien diftraught ? Wherefore do ye not weep, whose feet are brought To innermoft of city making moan, Like men to whom its sorrow is unknown, Nor of the soreness apprehending aught ? If ye will tarry till the tale is said, Certes my heart affirmeth with its sighs Hence shall ye fare with lamentation deep. This city's Beatrice lieth dead ; Of whom men cannot speak but in such wise, That whoso hearkeneth is fain to weep. r 3 DANTE XVII (31) Beyond the sphere that doth all spheres enfold Passes the sigh that from my heart takes flight By weeping Love with new perception dight Sure way to the ethereal vault to hold 5 Then having won unto that height untold. Of Lady throned in honour hath he sight, Resplendent so, that by the vesturing light The spirit peregrine doth her behold. So seen, that when he doth report the same, I miss his sense, so subtle doth it seem Unto the grieving heart that makes demand : Yet know I that my Lady is his theme. For oft he nameth Beatrice's name. And then, dear ladies, well I understand. 20 21 Hi i. i h SONNETS XVIII (37) Lord, if for grief lodged newly in my breaft Mine eyes enamoured of their woe appear, In Wisdom's name, to thee for ever near, I pray thee, them of this desire diveft. Hurling the bolt of Wrath, that shall arreft The murderer of Righteousness, whose fear Craves the great Tyrant's aid, imbibing there Venom with which he would the world infeft ; And with such frofl of dread doth chill and Wight True hearts, none murmur, and all quake apace ; But thou, by whom Love glows and Heaven hath light, Virtue, whom cold and nudity disgrace, Lift in divine apparel veiled and dight, Else upon earth Peace never shall have place. 22 DANTE XIX (38) Bound on the way that Beauty treads, when fain To summon Love from slumber she doth run, A lady hies with confidence, as one Sure to subdue me to her curb and rein : But when unto that keep she doth attain That opens not until the mind be won. She hears a voice enjoining, " Faireft one, Depart, who entrance here may'ft never gain. For she, who here exalted doth abide, Soon as Dominion's ftafFshe did require, Straight from Love's hand had seisin of the same." That other then, seeing herself denied, Her cheek with shame for her repulse afire, Returneth on the way by which she came. 23 h Hio' ■" ■ " " ■ i^iJfaJaMBiwi N SONNETS \ \) XX (42) Two ladies on the summit of my mind Have met together, speech of Love to hold ; For Courtesy the one and Worth extolled, Discretion too virith Chaftity combined : And to the other Beauty is assigned, And Grace and Charm are under her enrolled ; And I, as he commands by whom controlled I live, bow down at feet of both inclined. Beauty and Virtue Underftanding cite As umpire in their quarrel, whether fit That heart should for the twain have appetite : But Love declares, as fountain of all wit; Heart may love Beauty for the eyes' delight, And be by excellence of Virtue smit. Petrarch % 24 / ; PETRARCH Laurel in right of Laura thou di£ji claim : Which wreath Apollo with his hay enwound ; Nature with Jiower and Wit with diamond crowned; Thine were the wind^ the dawn^ thejlar^ the flame, Firji ever thou^ no second comes or came ; Worship not fellowship with them is found Whose lyres by rills of Caflaly resound^ Enkindled and disheartened by thy fame. What firfi? what lafi? so many praises throng Upon the thought intent to honour thee^ That silent panegyric fears to wrong. Tet firfl^ the clear and golden suavity Wherethrough the Soul inhabiting the song Is seeny as sitting in her sanctuary. ( \ 27 / i SONNETS IN THE LIFE OF MADONNA LAURA ; f- PETRARCH I (0 Ye who attend the desultory flow Of sighing drains whereon my heart I fed, Young on youth's path of devious error sped, And other man in part than I am now : On song mid words and tears swayed to and fro. By idle hope and idle grief befted. He, whom Life's hand on ways of Love hath led, Pardon, I hope, yea pity will bestow. But well I mark how byeword I became Long in the people's mouth, and often hence I droop dejedled in mine own efleem : And for the fruit of folly gather shame, Self-condemnation, and intelligence That all brief joy of earth is but a dream. 31 L I SONNETS II (22) Pensive and lone where earth lies lonelieft, I pace with faint and tardy ftep, my eye Calling around my path, alert to fly If other foot the wilderness have preft. No aid beside attends at my beheft To shield or screen from curious passer-by, Who by my joyless mien may well espy What fire is ravaging the inner breaft. So that I now believe that mount and plain And wood and stream have knowledge how is wrought This solitary life, to men so dim : Yet way so wild or rough I cannot gain That Love is not into my presence brought, Holding discourse with me, and I with him. PETRARCH ni (34) Thou, whom I shielded aye from falsehood's blame, Far as I might, and have with honour fraught, Wherefore, ungrateful Tongue, haft thou not brought Honour to me in turn, but ire and shame ? For thou, when moft thy service I reclaim. Suing Love's boons, art then moft coldly wrought To silentness, or if delivering aught, 'Tis but as stammering speech men dreaming frame* And ye, sad tears, who so by night infeft When I your fellowship so well could spare. Fly from my Lady's look with one consent j And sighs, so ready else, when she is near Creep slow and interrupted from my breaft j Sole of my heart my face is eloquent* \ 3^ 33 SONNETS PETRARCH IV (39) Blessed for aye the day, the month, the year, Season, and time, and hour, and moment's space, And lovely land and favourable place. Where on my neck viras laid the yoke I bear ! And bleft the tender trouble and sweet care Begot w^hen Love and I did firft embrace : And bleft the bow and shaft whose ruddy trace The heart in its deep core shall ever wear ! And words unsummed wherewith my Lady's name. So oft invoked, upon the air I sped ; And sighing and lament and passion's flame ; And bleft all songs and music that have spread Her laud afar ; and thought that comes and came For her alone, unto all other dead. V (60) When from the prison I had gained reprieve Where Love so long enthralled me at his will, Too much of time, dear Ladies, would it fill To tell how new-found liberty did grieve. My heart declared, she could no wise believe That she could live a day alone, and ftill Came that false traitor masked with crafty skill. Wiser than I well able to deceive. Oft sighing sorrowful with gaze revert, " Verily," said I, "chain and bond and gyve Were sweeter than free range with fetter snapt." Alas ! how tardily I knew my hurt ! How difficult it is to-day to rive The net wherein myself myself have wrapt ! {\ ;i 34 35 I SONNETS PETRARCH \ i VI (6i) Her golden tresses showered on air were blent And wound by wind in thousand witching ties ; And luftre filled unfathomable eyes Not then by malady bedimmed or spent : And fleeting lights and shades her visage lent Pity, methought, were this or sooth or lies : What marvel that where strewed Love's fuel lies Around my heart the sudden flame upwent ? Not like a mortal creature's was her gait, But as an angel's, and her speech as one More musical than mortal lip may sound: A spirit of the sky, a living Sun Was she I saw ; if other now her state, Unstringing of the bow heals not the wound. VII (62) Often thus Love enjoined me, " Write," he said, " In golden script the things thou didft behold, How I deform the troop 'neath me enrolled, Made in the selfsame moment quick and dead. Time was when thou herein wert deeply read, And tale to all the enamoured folk wert told : Errand thou gat'ft that caught thee from my hold; But now do I o'ertake my vassal fled. And if the eyes that were the citadel Wherein I ftood revealed to thee when I Firft rove the roughness that encased thy heart, Reftore the bow whose shafts all things dispart. Perchance thy cheeks will not be always dry ; For tears are my repaft, thou knoweft well." 36 37 (' f SONNETS PETRARCH I VIII (67) Now that so many times, so many ways. We proof have made of man's uncertain lot. Unto the Good Supreme, that faileth not. Our errant hearts reverting let us raise. Man's life is as a mead, where winds and ftrays The serpent in green herb and flowery plot. And, be some charm from goodly prospe6l got, 'Tis but the more the drowsy soul to daze. Be the few wise your guides, ye who would reach Untroubled life, and calm of closing day 3 And clamour of the rabble disavow. But of myself what hear I ? Thou doft teach, Friend, the right road whence thou thyself didft ftray So oft, and never yet so far as now. IX (68) The southern window where one Sun is shown When such its will, one only at noontide ; The window of the north, where cold airs chide, In briefeft days by breath of Boreas blown ; The rock whereon in open day alone My Lady sits and lets her fancies glide ; And every spot that e'er, beatified. Her veiling shadow or light foot hath known ; And pass where I by Love was overta'en ; And novel Spring awakening ancient smart As other Aprils come with other years ; And words and looks that in the midmoft heart Imprinted ineflFaceably remain ; Persuade mine eyes to render up their tears. 38 39 ^MM SONNETS PETRARCH X (74) As Love pursued me in the wonted glade. Wary as he, who weening foe to find. Guards every pass, and looks before, behind, I flood in mail of ancient thought arrayed : When, sideways turned, I saw by sudden shade The sun impeded, and, on earth outlined. Her shape, who, if aright conceives my mind, Meeteft for immortality was made. I said unto my heart, '« Why dofl thou fear ? " But ere my heart could open to my thought. The beams whereby I melt shone all around ^ And, as when flash by thunderpeal is caught. My eyes encounter of those eyes mofl dear And smiling welcome simultaneous found. XI (78) Hither from her, whence Shame hath sped away. And Good hath perished in the evil clime. From Babel, den of dole and dam of crime. Fleeing I come, to eke my mortal day. Alone, as Love admonishes, I ftray. Culling now flower and herb, now verse and rhyme. With meditated hope of better time Cheering my soul, that there alone finds flay. Fortune and multitude I nothing mind. Or much myself, or of poor things have heed. Or burn with outer or with inner heat. Two souls alone I crave, and would indeed For her, more gentle mood toward me inclined ; For him, his proved flability of feet. 40 41 ' SONNETS PETRARCH XII (80) Fulfilled of the delight ineffable That in her countenance my eyes did find, Eyes I could wish for ever to be blind, Never on sight less exquisite to dwell ; I fled what mod I crave, and have so well To this sole contemplation schooled my mind, Nought else she sees, and to one form confined. Deems all that is not it deteftable. In this deep vale immured by mountains grey. Solace of weary sighs, I creep alone. Except for Love, and muse in wayfaring ; No woman here, but rivulet and stone Descrying, and the phantom of the Day That every sight unto my sight doth bring. XIII (84) The mift of pallor in such beauteous wise The sweetness of her smile did overscreen. That my thrilled heart, upon my visage seen, Sprang to encounter it in swift surprise. How soul by soul is scanned in Paradise Then knew I, unto whom disclosed had been That thought pathetic by all gaze unseen Save mine, who solely for such sight have eyes. All look angelical, all tender gest That e'er on man by grace of woman beamed At side of this had shown discourtesy. The gentle visage, modeftly depreft Earthward, inquired with silence, as meseemed, " Who draws my faithful friend away from me ? " I 42 43 SONNETS PETRARCH XIV (96) Fair Spirit, with all virtue fired and crowned, For whom my pen so long inscribes my lays, Dwelling of Fair Report from girlish days, Tower based on worth transcendent and profound ! O flame ! O rose in teeming leaves unbound Of living snow, sole pattern of my gaze ! Rapture, whence urged my soaring wing I raise To fairer light than else 'neath Heaven is found ! From Thule unto Calpe hymned should be Thy name, in Bactrian, Indian, Scythian ear Resounded, rang so far this lyre of mine : But, this forbidden, the fair land shall hear, Begirt by wall of Alp and azure sea, And cloven by the ridges Apennine. 44 XV (105) I SAW angelic gest in earthly spheres, And heavenly beauty paralleled of none. Which now I joy and grieve to think upon. Since now all else dream, shadow, smoke appears. And twin lights have I seen obscured by tears, Lights which so oft gave envy to the Sun : Mount well might move and stream forget to run, Heard they the sounds that smote upon these ears. Love, wisdom, valour, tenderness, and grief Weeping together made more sweet consent Than any wonted on wide earth to sound , Harmony holding heaven so intent That not on any branch moved any leaf. By such enchantment air and wind were bound. •/ 45 SONNETS XVI (I08) What heaven, what ideality of Love Taught Nature where she might example find For this fair face wherein she hath designed To show beneath what she can do above ? What fountain-nymph, what goddess of the grove. Tress of like gold hath shaken to the wind ? When were such virtues in one heart combined ? Though the fair sum doth my undoing prove. Beauty divine thou muft for ever miss, Except this Lady's eyes its lore reveal. Moving around in gentleness at whiles : Nor knoweth he how Love can slay, or heal, Who knoweth not how sweet her sighing is. And how she sweetly speaks and sweetly smiles. 46 PETRARCH XVII (109) Like men beholding things incredible. Love and my eyes upon her marvelling gaze : Whether she smiles or some sweet sentence says, Herself unto herself sole parallel. ^Neath the calm brow, their mild receptacle, My beacons twain shoot forth such dazzling rays Nought else inflames his heart or lights his ways Who nobly would with noble Passion dwell. What miracle it is when she on grass Sits like a flower ; or doth reclining lay Her snowy breaft anigh the meadow's green ! How sweet in early spring to see her pass In mateless musing, weaving by the way The wreath that shall her golden tresses screen ! 47 I< SONNETS XVIII (ill) Blest flowers and glad, herbs fortunately sown Where pensively my Lady's foot is set ; Earth that doft hearken her sweet voice, nor yet All veftige of her dainty foot disown ; Slim shrub, green leaflet, bud not fully blown, Anemone and pallid violet ; Forefts my Sun hath smitten to beget The shade and towering pride in you forthshown : O land of loveliness ! O stainless burn, Laving the winsome face and eyes so bright, And living lustre borrowing in turn, That I might share your innocent delight ! Rock be not found in you too rude to learn To glow with me as fires of mine invite. PETRARCH XIX (112) Love, who doft every thought of mine behold, And rugged ways where thou alone doft guide. By thee be secrets of my heart espied. Locked from all other gaze, to thine unrolled. Thou knoweft what chase of thee hath coft of old. Yet day by day from fteep to fteep doft glide, Nor heedeft how thy comrade from thy side Roughness of way and weary foot withhold. True, I descry from far the gentle ray Whereto to urge me on thou haft intent, But have not wings, alas ! like thee to fly. Desire it shall sufliciently content To wear in languishing my life away. Nor work my Love displeasure by my sigh. !i 48 49 ) SONNETS XX (115) When Love doth earthward the fair eyes incline, And with his own hand gather to one sigh The errant thoughts, then free them audibly In song clear, sweet, angelical, divine ; So rapt away I feel this heart of mine. Thought and will so fermenting inwardly ; Were this the laft day of my life ! I cry, Would Heaven such honourable death assign. But sound, whose sweetness doth so bind the sense, Binds too the spirit, eager to depart. Yet lingering left she lose the sweetness given. Thus live I, thus doth wind and so dispense The thread of life allotted for my part This Siren haunting earth and homed in heaven. 50 PETRARCH XXI (116) Love sends me messenger of gentle thought, Since days of yore our trufty go-between. And comforts me, who ne'er, he saith, have been So near as now to hope's fruition brought. I, who the lore he redeth ever fraught With intermingled truth and lies have seen. Abide perplexed, uncertain what to ween, 'Twixt doubtful Yes and doubtful No diftraught. So speed the hours, and I meanwhile in glass See myself speeding too where years deny Fulfilment of his promise and my hope. So be it, years of others also pass ; Life's onward march puts not my passion by. But frights me with its brief remaining scope. 51 E — 2 !■«**;■ N -s SONNETS PETRARCH '} ]) il XXII (122) If, as some deem, from ftars man's fate is shed. Cruel the ftar that on my birth did glow. Cruel the cot that rocked me for my woe, Cruel the earth that I grew up to tread ; And cruel from whose eyes the arrow fled To pierce me, target pitched but for her bow ; My hurt eftsoons I flew to thee to show. Love, who could'fl heal it with the bolt thus sped. But thou doft make thy pleasure of my pain ; Not she, who chides that but of arrow is. And not of spear, the wound for which I grieve. But I take comfort, weening to be fain For her, than joy with others better bliss. Thou swear'ft this by thy shaft, and I believe. XXIII (124) Through wild inhospitable woods I rove. Where fear attends even on the soldier's way, Dreadless of ill ; for nought can me affray Saving that Sun which shines by light of Love : And chant, as idly carolling I move. Her, whom not Heaven itself can keep away. Borne in my eyes ; and ladies I survey Encircling her, who oaks and beeches prove. Her voice in sighing breeze and ruftling bough And leaf I seem to hear, and birds, and rills Murmuring the while they slip through grassy green. Rarely have silences and lonely thrills Of overshadowing forefls pleased as now, Except for my own Sun too little seen. fj 52 53 — ■■*■* •! - '♦I SONNETS XXIV (128) River, this husk of me well mayeft thou Bear on thy fleet and potent flood away, But the free soul these veils of flesh array Not to thy might or other might doth bow. Scorning all shifts of sail or helm or prow. Direct on favouring breeze she takes her way ; Wind wave and sheet and oar her nothing ftay, Bound upon beating wing to golden bough. Po, king of rivers, firfl in pride and might, Encountering the sun when day he leads, And fairer light forsaking in the West ; 'Tis but my earthly part thy torrent speeds : The other, in soft plumes of Love bedight, Wings back her way to her beloved nest. i| PETRARCH *f XXV (129) Love spread a dainty net in grassy glade Woven from gold and pearl, 'neath fadeless boughs Of laurel, shrine of my enamoured vows, Though gloomy more than gladsome be its shade. Bait of the sweet and bitter seed was laid That I desire and dread, he reaps and sows j Never, since mortal eye did firft unclose, Music breathed sweetly as the ftrain he made. And that bright light whereby the sun is dim Flashed round me, and the cord by hand was held Whose snow doth snow and ivory reprove : Thus the snare thralled me, captivate and quelled By gracious gest, accent of Seraphim, And pleasure and desire and hope of Love. 54 55 SONNETS PETRARCH II XXVI (133) This Phoenix, from her wealth of aureate plumes Sheathing her snowy neck in splendid dyes, Hath natural necklace fashioned in a wise That softens other hearts, and mine consumes. And all around this diadem illumes The airy space, while Love his bellows plies. And silent bids the subtle flame arise That scorches me mid winter's chills and glooms. A purple scarf, with fringing roses sown O'er bordering blue, her snowy shoulders veils ; Garb like her beauty to none other given : In aromatic Araby alone Fame plants this prodigy, with idle tales Concealing that she soars in our own heaven. XXVII (137) Oblivion for her freight, my bark divides Wild seas, 'twixt Scylla and Charybdis borne At wintry midnight, o'er her course forlorn My Lord — say rather enemy — presides. At every oar a fierce dark thought derides Death and the hurricane it holds in scorn ; And sails by drenching blafts are split and torn Of sighs, hopes, passions, ftorming on all sides. Tears fall in torrents, angers rise in mift To soak and slack the tackling's fretted cord Of ignorance and error jointly wound. The two sweet ftars which guided me are missed ; Reason and Skill have perished overboard j Methinks the haven hardly shall be found. 56 57 r i BiMi i itiitfm^JWiJUMiyga;. 4 V SONNETS PETRARCH XXVIII (140) Stand we here, Love, our glory to survey ; Things Nature overpassing, wondrous, new ; Behold what sweet of her doth Earth imbue ; Behold what light in her doth Heaven display. See Art impearl, impurple, gild the array Of mortal charms none other may indue ; See her feet traverse and her eyes review The cloiftered vales of her enshadowed way. Herbage and troops of many- tinted flowers Sprinkled beneath yon old dark ilex-ftem Pray for her tender foot's imprinted trace : And ftarry sparks, alit as evening lowers. Throb mid transparent skies that joy with them To image the sereneness of her face. XXIX (152) Soul, that such various things with various art Doft hearken, read, discourse, conceive and write ; Fond eyes, and thou, keen sense framed exquisite To bear her holy message to the heart : Rejoice ye that it hath not been your part To gain the road so hard to keep aright Too late or soon for beacon of her light, Or guidance her imprinted fteps impart. Now with such beam and such diredion bleft 'Twere shameful in brief way to miss the sign Pointing the passage to eternal reft. Upward, faint soul, thy heavenward path incline ; Through clouds of her sweet wrath pursue thy queft, Following the seemly ftep and ray divine. 58 59 s' I SONNETS ■»..T<«C %U i .» ' lt»» \ PETRARCH XXX (153) Sweet wrath, sweet scorn, sweet reconcilement, ill Sweet too, sweet pang, sweet load of tender care, Sweet tones sped sweetly to enchanted ear, Sweet balm, sweet fire, alternate to instil — Complain not, soul, but suffer and be still. Tempering sweet bitterness 'tis thine to bear With the sweet honour worn in right of her To whom I said. Thou doft my being fill. By gentle envy moved, perchance may say Some one in years to come. In his time he Sore burden for sweet sake of Love hath borne : Another, Fie on Fortune's cruelty ! How have I missed her ? in more recent day Wherefore not she, or I \n earlier born ? \ 60 XXXI (154) River, that from the mountain summit sped With wafting might, whence thou thy name doft take. Beside me travelleft ever, I for sake Of Love alone, thou but by Nature led : On ! who not weariness or sleep need'ft dread ; Yet, Rhone, ere thou of Ocean doft partake, Refrain thy rapid waters as they break Where milder air on fresher green is shed. There thy left shores my Sun's more obvious ray By coronal of flower and herb bespeak : If, as I hope, she chides my long delay, Kiss her fair hand or foot with ripplings meek ; And thy caress in lieu of language say, Willing the spirit, but the flesh is weak. I * / ^■ \ 61 SONNETS PETRARCH XXXII (157) Love guides where spurring Wish would have me sped ; Pleasure plucks on ; Use plods with customed feet ; Illusive Hope with kindness counterfeit Proffers her hand where faint heart beats half dead; This Heart accepts, unwitting we are led By guides one blindness all, one all deceit; Sense lords o'er Reason laid in winding-sheet; And new Desire from old is ever bred. Virtue and honour, beauty, gracious ways And sweet discourse inveigled to the lime That snared the silly soul mid lovely treen. Sixth day of April, at the hour of prime ; Thousand, three hundred, twenty-seven; the maze I entered whence the issue is not seen. XXXIII (159) Boons but to few by liberal Heaven allowed, Higher that mere humanity can find ; Grey wisdom 'neath a golden brow confined ; Beauty divine in lowly woman bowed : Secrets of fascinations unavowed ; Melody making echo in the mind ; Carriage angelic ; spirit none can bind, Breaking the stubborn, tamer of the proud : And eyes at whose command the heart ftands ftilJ, Potent the soul to ravish and replace, And light beftow on darkness and abyss : Converse high, eloquent, and aiFable Of silvery speech with sighing interspace These spells have wrought my metamorphosis. I \ 62 63 SONNETS PETRARCH XXXIV (163) When among troops of ladies fair and gay She enters, who on earth hath no compeer, Befalleth that to them which unto sphere Of starry night befalls at dawn of day. Meseems Love {landing nigh doth whispering say, " Life shall be comely while she tarrieth here j Dark and disordered shall it then appear ; And virtues perish, and with them my sway. As though fell Sun and Moon, from heaven dejed. And air of pulse, and earth of grass and tree. And man were robbed of speech and intelledl, And of all waves and living things the sea ; So pride and joy of life were lorn and wrecked, If by Death's hand those eyes should veiled be." XXXV (164) The songful plaint of birds, newly awake, Rings through the glimmering vale at morning-tide ; And rills that clear in liquid cryftal glide, With murmuring chimes responsive music make. And she whose semblance doth of snow partake And gold, grey Tithon's ever-faithful bride. Cites me with these, o'er heaven disparting wide The fleecy locks made deathless for her sake. Thus roused, I Morning greet and Sun in skies. And Sun more fair wherewith my youth was quelled With daze that hath from then till now endured. Often together have I marked them rise, And at encounter of their beams beheld The stars by him and him by her obscured. I \ 64 65 SONNETS PETRARCH XXXVI (169) If loving faith and heart unskilled to feign -, Sweet languishment and generous desire j Innocent fondness fanned to Passion's fire ; Roamings misled in intricacies vain : Wishes that timorous looks alone explain, Or doomed in broken utterance to expire. Stifled by shame, or hushed for dread of ire ; Cheeks wan with pining Love's pale violet ftain : If self than other self esteemed less dear ; If lamentation limitless as woe ; If dole, diftress, and wrath for daily bread : If burning from afar, and freezing near ; If these accomplish my undoing, know. Lady, your fault on me is visited. XXXVII (182) Love I besought and yet again do pray To plead for me with you, my joy and dole, If, though my faith be ever pure and whole. Somewhat from road of righteousness I ftray. I not deny it, Lady, or unsay. That Reason, which should in good hearts reign sole. Is overborne by Passion, whose control Condud:s me where he wills, and I obey. But, Lady mine, thou in whose bosom Heaven Such wit and worth infuses from above As ne'er before hath showered from ftars benign, Should'ft say, the tender fault not unforgiven ; How can he other ? he is mad for love. Passion his portion is, and Beauty mine. 66 67 F— -2 J SONNETS PETRARCH J» ? XXXVIII (185) Mid green and shade of yonder flowery rise, Where she who taketh mortal fame away. Sitting in thought or wakening gentle lay, Confirmeth tales of spirits from the skies ; My heart, that for her sake my bosom flies, (Wisely he went, ftill wiser if he ftay). Goes singing with her, where the grassy way Bent from her foot is seen, moifl from my eyes. Still closer pressing to her side he saith, Had we but here awhile the wretched wight, So weary of his life and of his lot ! Whereat she smiles. O match unequal quite 'Twixt Heaven and ftone no heart inhabiteth ! O sacred, fortunate, delightful spot ! XXXIX (190) What Nature, when her power with Heaven's unites. Can operate, would'ft know ? this Lady sec, A very Sun ; and not alone to me. But even to the blind world that Virtue slights. But haften ; for Death's arrow swiftly smites The beft, and 111 hath long impunity ; And fugitive all fair mortality ; And this even now the heavenly realm invites. All virtues here, if not too late thou come. All charm, all queenly manner wilt thou find In one fair form miraculously blent ; And all my poesy wilt deem but dumb. And Wit by light's resplendence stricken blind , But if too late, eternal thy lament. !' I 68 69 SONNETS ^5i -1 XL (203) Lady, who e'er thou art that goodly fame Of wit and worth and bearing would'ft forthshow, Intend thine eyes unto my faireft foe, Whom men the lady of my love proclaim. How honour may be won, how pious flame. How Charm with Chaftity may mated go. There may'ft thou learn, there certainly may'ft know The path that guides where Heaven doth her reclaim. There high discourse of matchless eloquence, Sweet silences, and walks in holy ways No lettered wit availeth to declare. May well be borrowed -, not the boundless blaze Of beauty ; for the beams those eyes dispense Are Nature's boons, not gains of art or care. SONNETS ON THE DEATH OF MADONNA LAURA 70 iMMi h f >'MWi»Mt ii*Miiiiii -■ PETRARCH I (2) The lofty Column and the Laurel green Whose shade was shelter for my weary thought, Are broken ; mine no longer that which sought North, south, and eaft and weft shall not be seen. Ravished by Death the treasures twain have been Whereby I wended with glad courage fraught. By land or lordship ne'er to be rebought. Or golden heap or gem of Orient sheen. If this the high arbitrament of Fate, What else remains for me than visage bent, And eye embathed and spirit desolate ? O life of man, in prospedl excellent! What scarce slow ftriving years accumulate So lightly in a morning to be spent ! 73 I i SONNETS PETRARCH i II (II) If plaintive note of birds, or ruftle lent To swaying bough by breeze of summertide, Or muffled murmur of clear ftreams that glide On channelled path 'twixt flowers and grasses pent, Comes where I sit and write on Love intent ; Then her whom Heaven revealed, and Earth doth hide, I see and feel and know, how, from my side Sundered so far, she answers my lament. Why thus before the time wear life away ? She pitying saith, wherefore incessant run Thine eyes with bitter waters ? weep, I pray, No more for me, who endless life have won By death, and opened to eternal day The eyes I seemed to shut unto the Sun. Ill (12) Since I was lorn of her, to sight so clear Ne'er have I summoned what I moft would see, Or roamed with such unfettered liberty, Or so filled heaven with amorous plaints, as here: Nor vale have I beheld so full and dear With safe retreats for sighing secrecy ; Nor do I deem that Love could fondlier be Nested in Paphian isle, or otherwhere. Stream of him murmureth, and breeze and bough, Him bird and fish and flower and herb proclaim, Imploring I would ever love ; but thou. From heaven admonishing, my fire dofl tame. Praying for pity of thy death, that now Earth and its sweet allurements I disclaim. f 74 75 ^■1 <» ■ -J it. S J Ui S .»j » ua g i j ' j ' u J. j e . s -9- - T i= - .-ijKiiiL-i. / SONNETS PETRARCH IV (13) How oft, where anciently I took delight, Shunning man's face, and, if I may, mine own, I fly, the air difturbing with my moan. Bathing my breaft, and herbs my tears make bright ! How oft diftruft hath urged my lonely flight Where dark embowering woods have densefl grown, Requiring with sad thought the blessing flown, Ravished by Death, whom I so oft invite! Naiad, or other that her image wore, IVe seen from Sorga's lucid deep arise. And turning her to sit upon the shore : Her have I seen, in living woman's guise. Treading the flowery turf as heretofore, Her ruth of me revealing in her eyes. V (21) The flame that other flame outshone so far, Befriended so with Heaven while burning here. Too soon for me hath sought its native sphere. And vies in glory with its ruling star. Awakening now, I see that she did mar For sagefl ends my passion's wild career. Governing, by turns or gentle or auftere, Youth's headlong will, so diflicult to bar. Thanks to her and the lofty intellect That with sweet frown of lovely countenance Urged earth's desire upon the heavenly road ! O happy arts of excellent efl^ed ! I labouring with the tongue, she with the glance, Have glory there, and virtue here beflowed. 76 77 \; SONNETS PETRARCH VI (24) The eyes whose praise I penned with glowing thought, And countenance and limbs and all fair worth That sundered me from men of mortal birth, From them dissevered, in myself diftraught : The cluftering locks, with golden glory fraught ; The sudden-shining smile, as angels' mirth, Wonted to make a paradise on earth ; Are now a little duft, that feels not aught. Still have I life, who rail and rage at it. Lorn of Love's light that solely Life endears ; Maftless before the hurricane I flit ; Be this my laft of lays to mortal ears ; Dried is the ancient fountain of my wit. And all my music melted into tears. VII (25) Could I have deemed that men would so delight In lays that language to my sorrows lent, More plentiful, since iirft I sighed lament. The ftrains had been, the ftyle more exquisite. But she is gone for whom I did indite. On whom my thought was utterly intent, Nor may I," now my lovely file is spent. Retouch the rude dark rhyme to smooth and bright. And certes 'twas my usage to deplore Rather to soothe, well as I might, with lays, My heart, than shine a poet absolute. I wept for sake of weeping, not of bays. Now would I please, but she who went before Calls, and I must away, weary and mute. 78 79 SONNETS PETRARCH VIII (26) The beauty that my heart inhabited As lofty dame adorning lowly room, Now by transfiguration hath become A goddess ; I not mortal even, but dead. My soul, of all delight despoiled and shred, Love, all whose glow hath wended to the tomb. Should rive the rocks with pity for their doom : Yet of their woe is nothing sung or said. Hence inwardly they weep, nor audience find Saving in me, whom grief doth so invade That but with bootless sighs my breaft is fraught. Verily we are utter duft and shade; Verily Will is gluttonous and blind ; Verily Hope is but a thing of naught. IX (28) Wonted to self-reproach, I now excuse Myself, nay laud, and rate my worth the more For honour of captivity I bore. And sweet sad wound long hid in heart secluse : And rather the invidious Fates accuse Who marred the spindle whence the chain I wore Devolved so fair, and broke Love's arrow, sore, But gilt with loveliness paft mortal use. For never in her days was soul so fain Of liberty and joy and life's glad lot. But would its natural wish for her deny; Preferring rather for her sake to plain Than sing for others ; prisoned in such knot Content to live, pierced with such wound to die. 80 81 i SONNETS i H X (29) Beauty and Virtue, oft relentless foes, Have once encountered in such kind embrace That unto her who was their dwelling-place Rumour of their dissension never rose. Parted by Death, each now asunder goes ; One unto Heaven, its glory and its grace ; One under earth, where duft and clay deface The eyes that erft Love's quiver did unclose. The gracious geft, the utterance wise and calm. Breathing the noble soul, the glances dear Whose wounds my bosom's core doth yet proclaim, All, all are gone : if late I linger here, Haply this weary pen may yet embalm The memory of her fair and gentle name. I 82 PETRARCH XI (34) Exalted by my thought to regions where I found whom earthly queft hath never shown. Where Love hath rule 'twixt fourth and second zone; More beautiful I found her, less auftere. Clasping my hand she said, " Behold the sphere Where we shall dwell, if Wish hath truly known. I am, who wrung from thee such bitter moan ; Whose sun went down ere Evening did appear. My bliss, too high for man to understand. Yet needs thee, and the veil that so did please, Now unto duft for briefeft season given." Why ceased she speaking ? why withdrew her hand ? For, rapt to ecftasyby words like these, Little I wanted to have ftayed in Heaven. i 83 G — 2 SONNETS I II 'I XIl (3S) Love, who in happier hour to bide wert fain Where these bright shores our converse did befriend, And talking with the ftream and me would'ft wend, Calling the ancient count between us twain : Flowers, leaves, herbs, shades, grots, waters, breeze and rain; Vallies and sunny lawns 'twixt mountains penned ; Port ever wont sure refuge to extend To me so oft by tempefts overtaken : And flitting habitants of woodland glade, And Nymphs, and ye to whom the weedy green Of lucid deeps doth suftenance afford ; My days, erft bright, are murky as the shade Death flings upon them. Since the world hath been, Fate is Mankind's inexorable lord. I 84 itf «>*- ■» Jill. — • ■ PETRARCH XIII (38) The Sun that lit the way whereby aright I should to Heaven with glorious pace be sped, Turned to the Sun of Suns, has with the dead Buried its mortal prison and my light. Whence is my lot like some wild creature's plight ; Roaming alone my weary way I tread. Screening my moiftened eyes and heart of lead From the world's wafle, grown savage to my sight. Thus ever in my quefl: of her I ftray Where once I viewed her ; thou who work'ft my woe. Come, Love, alone with me, and point the way. Her I find not, but her bleft footfteps know, Ascending ever, leaving far away Avernian realms and Stygian lakes below. \ 85 \ BONNETS PETRARCH XIV (44) Not ftarry motions in clear heavens displayed, Not glide of galley o'er unrippled sea, Not knight and courser in their chivalry, Not joyous bound of deer in woodland glade. Not sudden tidings of fair hap delayed. Not laud of Love in lofty minftrelsy. Not song nigh cryftal fount on verdant lea By lovely ladies musically made ; Can win unto my heart to bring it joy. So deep with her ingraven who alone Beacon and mirror of my eyes had been. Now life is sore and tedious annoy. Whose end I crave, impatient to be shown Once more the sight I never should have seen. XV (53) Is this the neft wherein my Phoenix laid The purple of her plumage and the gold, Whose sheltering pinions did my heart enfold, That ftill to sigh and song she doth persuade ? Source of my sweeteft ill, where now displayed The countenance whence leapt the light of old That in consuming kept me glad and bold ? Earth's ftar thou wert, now ftar of Heaven art made. Unmated now, save with my miseries, I bear my burden back unto the place That for her sake who hallowed it I prize : Viewing obscurity the hills efface Where thy regard made splendour for a space, And thy laft flight was taken to the skies. 86 87 If SONNETS ^ I t XVI (56) The laft of all my happy days, ah me! Days which life's brevity could seldom show, Had come, and all my heart was fading snow, Presageful, haply, of the woe to be: And sick in nerve and pulse and thought as he Who feels inevitable fever's slow Advance, thus I, though I might not foreknow Ruin impending on sweet frailty. The lovely eyes, now in supernal sphere Bright with the light whence life and safety rain. Leaving mine mendicant and mourning here. Flashed with new mood they seemed to entertain ; Saying to these. Take comfort, friends moft dear. Not here but elsewhere shall we meet again. i 88 PETRARCH XVII (57) Last moment of laft hour of closing day ! Stars, for my ruin leagued with one consent ! And thou, fond look, when finally I went Ne'er to return in peace, what would'ft thou say ? Now all my loss I see, now all I weigh. Who deemed, alas vain confidence misspent ! Something indeed, not all, from me was rent. What hopes on hopes the wind hath borne away ! But overruling Heaven willed otherwise ; To quench my light of life it did decree. And in her sweet sad look was sentence writ : But with a veil it covered up my eyes. Whence they discerned not that which they did see, That by a sudden stroke I might be smit. 89 / SONNETS XVIII (67) So far as Heaven to lend me sight devised, So high as Love my pinion deigned to raise, Wondrous but mortal things I knew, in rays From all fair ftars in one fair star comprised. Nor w^as I not of greater things apprised. Deathless, celeftial, high beyond amaze. Which, since surpassing human wit and praise, Unsung 1 did relinquish, not misprized. All that my speech or song for her hath done. Which laud she doth with orisons requite, Was but a drop from vaft abysses won. Pen may not more than Mind beftoweth might ; As when the eye is fixed upon the Sun, The less it sees the more it hath of light. PETRARCH 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. ' 90 91 ( SONNETS XX (70) With that refedlion of lament and tear The Lord of Love so richly doth provide, I feed my heart, whose v^ounds 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 ! " 92 PETRARCH \ XXL (71) 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 cheek and eye she fades, retreating To Heaven, as one familiar with the way. 93 V k SONNETS XXII (74) The chosen angels and the souls at reft, When firft at heavenly gates my Lady's feet Entered, came forth their visitant to greet, Full of amaze and pleasure tenderest. " Whence this new beauty ? whence this shining gueft ? " Each asked of other, " raiment so complete From yon poor world to this exalted seat Not once in all this age. hath been addreft." She, bHthe from earthly trammel to be sped. Blends with the troop consummate, pure as they ; Yet pausing turns, from time to time, her head, Regarding if I follow on her way j Whence all my will and thought are heavenward led, Hearing her sue that I no more delay. 94 PETRARCH XXIII (85) Ever do I lament the days gone by, When adoration of a mortal thing Bound me to earth, though gifted with a wing That haply had upraised me to the sky. Thou, unto whom unveiled my errors lie, Celeftial, unbeheld, eternal King, Help to the frail and ftraying spirit bring, And lack of grace with grace of thine supply. So shall the life in ftorm and warfare spent In peaceful haven close ; if here in vain Her tarrying, seemly her departure be. Aid me to live the little life yet lent ; Expiring ftrength with thy ftrong arm suftain : Thou knoweft I have hope in none but Thee. 95 i i li' SONNETS XXIV (87) Blest soul, that in the byegone day so dear Eyes brighter than the Sun on mine would'ft bend ; Whose sighing on thy speech did so attend, Either is ever sounding in my ear : What noble rapture fired to see thee where The violet with the grass doth interblend, Liker to angel than to woman wend, Near to me then, now more than ever near ! Which charm thou, to the Power that gave thee birth Returning, did'ft forsake, and that sweet veil Thy lofty fate allotted thee to wear : And with thee Love evanished from the earth, And Courtesy, and Sun from heaven did fail, And death began to be accounted fair. Camoens 96 H CAMOENS C^MOENS What singles my Camoens from the rejif Not gliding flood of silver eloquence; Or phrase of niceji choice; or affluence Of thought severe to one flrong line compreji : Not music aye attending at his hefl On lute or trumps as suits the various sense; All these he hath : but laurel gathered thence Crowns every bard inscribed among the bejl: But that with lyric vehemence was fraught^ Sonnet^ by him thy fair amenity^ The perfect form perturbing not in augh% But teaching how the flight might fierier be, lagus yet pealeth with the passion caught From the wild cry he flung across the sea. 99 H — 2 \s ■**> 1 I I I IJ *»I CAMOENS I (I) Ere yet my Fortune had prevailed quite Expedancy of joy to put to shame, Sweet thought unsummoned to my bosom came, And happiness of heart moved hand to write : But Love, misdoubting left I should indite Warning for souls unwitting of his flame, Blafted my wit with anguish, left the blame Of his beguiling thus should come to light. O ye whose breafts through Love are subjugate To mutable conceit, when slender scroll Ye read recording matter so diverse (Fiction 'tis not, but simpleness of soulj : Know that unto your love proportionate Shall be your underftanding of my verse lOI umr- SONNETS C A M O E N S II (17) When for a little I have leave to gaze On thy transcendent face, my souPs repaft, Into such transport is my spirit caft, That earth the garb of Paradise displays. All other blessedness men prize or praise To me is empty as the airy blaft, And, by the lovely magic fettered faft, Distraught I seem, and senseless with amaze. Yet may I not thy high perfedtion tell, Who underftands it beft, beft underftands How infinite the part to him unshown. So rare a work art thou, that we may well Cease to admire that He whose potent hands Framed thee, should frame the ftars and Heaven's high throne. 102 III (259) Beautiful eyes, whereof the sunny sphere When mod with cloudless clarity of light The infinite expanse he maketh bright, Doubting to be eclipsed, doth stand in fear : If I am held in scorn, who hold you dear. Then, having of all things such perfect sight, Consider this thing too, that mortal night To cover up your beauty draweth near. Gather, O gather with unftaying hand, The fruits that muft together gathered be, Occasion ripe, and Passion's clasp divine. And, since by you I live and die, command Love, that he yield his tribute unto me. Who unto you have freely yielded mine. 103 V SONNETS IV (2) So sweet the lyre, so musical the ftrain, By which my homage, Lady, lives and dies, That, hearing them, no heart may otherwise But welcome Love triumphant, and amain Ope wide to his innumerable train Of sweet persuasions, dainty mysteries. Angers and reconcilements, gentle sighs, Timid temerity, and exile's pain. Yet would I picture in what wondrous way Twinned Scorn and Beauty on thy visa2:e dwell Untold I muft forsake the better part : For Beauty in such wise doth Scorn array. That to show forth the (lately miracle Exceeds all lettered wisdom, wit, and art. 104 c A M o E N s V (90) All fair perfedlions that consenting dwell In thine ; the spring-tide plenitude of bloom At all tides flourishing in thee, to whom Reason, no less than Fate, doth empire lend : A sped, that doth in crystal comprehend The compass of all beauty and the sum ; Resplendent eyes from whence the arrows come No bread hath armoury to blunt or bend. These, as beheld in thee, would'ft thou behold ; Certes a vision worthy of thy view. Although so stony deaf to Love's appeal : Gaze where the centre of my soul doth hold In mirrored image their refledion true ; And, with her seeing, learn with her to ftd. 105 \l : SONNETS VI (107) Gentle and dainty Naiades, who dwell In Tagus' wave of glass and sand of gold, Sequestered in your grotto's c«iverned fold, Soothed by melodious waters' murmuring spell : Not unto Love are you insensible. Not in your palace is his fame untold. Enchanting you the while you hearkening hold Your glowing web's embroidered miracle. I pray you for a little space dispel The brightness of your lovely eyes, consenting That they with drops of pity be bedewed, More tenderly to hear the tale I tell With sore complaint of Fortune unrelenting, . By whom on wings of Love I am pursued. 106 CAMOENS VII (271) The beauty of this free aerial height, With ancient cheftnuts shadowy and green ; The gentle course their tranquil banks between Of brooks acquainted solely with delight ; Sea's distant beat ; land novel to my sight ; The Sun's descent where mountains shut the scene; The foldward faring of the flock serene ; The clouds' encounter in their harmless fight ; All that boon Nature, aiming to befriend, Gives of her infinite variety. The cheated spirit serves but to offend. Beggared of all delight in missing thee ; . The joy that thy companionship would lend Yields now the measure of her misery. )l 107 SONNETS VIII (io8) Tagus, whose ftreams on Lusitania's plain Fertility and charm at once bestow, Errant in faireft fields with softeft flow, Joy to flower, herb, flock, cattle, nymph and swain ; Alas ! beloved flood, in vain, in vain. My term of dateless exile would I know ; And mournful thus and desolate I go, As deeming never to return again. My envious fortune, ever wise to tell How best my joy to sorrow may be changed, Willeth implacably that we should part. Thee I bewail, her I upbraid. Farewell ! Soon shall these sighs be spent on winds eftranged. And alien waters soothe this swelling heart. 1 08 CAMOENS IX (333) Tagus, with countenance how different We saw and see, and are and have been seen ! Troubled thy waters now, forlorn my mien ; Thee clear have I beheld, thou me content. Thy change is work of tempefts, whose descent Robs thy bright current of its silvery sheen ; Mine of the brow that, clouded or serene. Apportions me my bliss or discontent. As we are thus participant in woe. Would that we were so in all things, and as pain So simultaneous joy might feel ! but no ! Flower-foftering Spring shall look and see no (lain In thy clear mirror, but I cannot know If what I was I e'er shall be again. M ): 109 SONNETS X (in) On a journey to CoimLra, Lo the fair prospedt of Mondego, clear To eyes which, ah ! I call no more mine own j By tributary ftreams more ample grown, The sheening waters widen far and near j Yet sped not to their own swift wish appear, Ever in curves regressive backward thrown : By what fair scene, alas ! may not be shown Image of sorrow to my sorrow drear ? So sore my Life with spite of Love is croft, Scarce by herself 'tis of herself believed She can endure till night the day-ftar hides : Nay but she counts herself already loft ; Seeing she fares of her own soul bereaved, That far away with her true life abides. c A M o E N s XI (34) When going down of sun tints evening air With tender afterglow of twilight pale, I roam with lingering foot the pleasant vale, Citing to my mind's eye my foe moft fair. Here in my view she braided up her hair ; With shadowing hand did there her visage veil ; Discoursed here blithely ; there discourse did fail ; Here have I seen her ftanding ; walking there. Here sat she as her glances challenged mine, E reeled to my face with frank disdain j Here she with pity scanned me ; there without ; Here was she weeping, there she laughed amain : And here with idle retrospedl, in fine, I wear away this life that wears not out. I IIO III SONNETS XII (9,) Ye in whose bonds man walks a willing thrall, Captive of eyes through whose compulsive rays All else that brings disquiet to the days Is counted alien sorrow, base and small ; If wrong to you did never yet befall, And yet ye walk unskilled in lovers' ways ; Then know, that Love the mightier sceptre sways. The less by reason he should reign at all. For let not any deem that fault or flaw. When such in souls adored the spirit views, The potency of Passion can impair : Rather ^tis doubled ; and the (lain it saw Little by little doth the heart excuse. For love by contradidlion groweth fair. II 112 CAMOENS XIII (7) In days of youth, when living but for Love, Not alway to the rullock was I bound. But, captive now, and now in freedom found. From flame to flame was wonted to remove. Wise Providence consented I should rove, Aware not thus my chain should be unwound, Or I, bewildered in the giddy round. Slip from the hap my fortune did approve. If sometime for a space I wandered free, 'Twas as the porter layeth down the load That soon he shall resume with more annoy. Yet ever be this laud on Love beftowed. That, minded for a while to sport with me, He deigned to take my torment for his toy. K'/ 113 Is SONNETS XIV (55) After so many, many days ill spent, So many hours of sunless watch unslept. So many tears that from these eyes have crept. So many vain sighs vainly given vent : Why, vain desires, so desperately bent To harry up Oblivion ? she hath kept No balm for woes for ever to be wept. For which Love, Time, and Fate no healing lent. Had not of old your proper sorrow shown Love's yoke how hard, how sad his slaves' eftate, Excuse had ye for yielding to his fires ; But since his ills by ills of yours are known. That Time could not, or Absence mitigate. What good expedl ye from him, vain desires ? 114 CAMOENS XV (51) I HEARD Apollo and the Muses sing. Harping on golden lyres, whose music shook My soul so inwardly, that pen I took. And unto paper did this stanza bring : " Happy the moment when thine eyes did wing The penetrating arrow of their look ! Happy my sense whose ecstasy may brook No apprehension of a meaner thing ! " Thus was I singing when Love sudden turned The giddy wheel of Hope, which, blind and mad. Revolved more fleet than following eye could see ; Darkness defaced the heaven where day had burned ; And if anticipation yet I had, 'Twas but of greater ill, if such might be. 115 I — 2 SONNETS XVI (i8o) Hours of my happiness, a scanty train ! Never while I possessed you did I deem To find you flown with hurry so extreme, Leaving for years of woe such large domain. Towers reared from idle wind with idle pain The wind that flayed them hath dissolved to dream. And my own sorrow's archite6l I seem. Building on nothing out of nothings vain. Love unto youth displays a gentle face, And ftable pleasure seemeth to assign ; Then in fruition's minute fades apace. O dire insanity ! O hap malign I For airy bliss that airy blafts efface To jeopard joy that ever might be thine ! ii6 CAMOENS XVII (73) Sighs, on whose flaming breath has flown so wide Fame of my love so doleful and so dear ; I die, nor take ye with me, having fear Lefl ye too perish, whelmed in Lethe's tide, Whom I have clothed in music to abide Immortally in mortal presence, drear Ensamples of ill hap and heavy cheer; Go at my bidding then, to warn and guide. If now to your espial one appear Weening by Love and Fortune to be crowned With guerdon by his soul conceived sweet, Say, ye have served them both for many a year j And nought but fickleness in Fortune found. Or anything in Love except deceit, ; 117 SONNETS XVIII (205) Who taxes Love immortal with deceit, Who brands him frivolous, ungrateful, vain — Certes the uttermost of lover's pain For such offence were penalty but meet. For Love is mild, compassionate and sweet. Nor any credit shall his speech obtain Who thus blasphemes, but wrath and hatred gain From men, and Gods supreme in Heaven's seat. All evils Love can wreak, behold in me. In whom the utmoft of his power malign He willed unto the world to manifeft : But I, like him, would have these things to be j Lifted by woe to ecstasy divine I would not change for all the world posseft. CAMOENS XIX (133) Sweet and clear waters of Mondego's flood. Where chiefly fond remembrance loves to reft ; Where, lured by Hope's deceit on idle queft, I vainly chased a visionary good : Yes, I have gone, but be it underftood, Memory, that doth the fleeting ftep arreft. Letting the foot depart, enchains the breaft, And, furtheft faring, neareft I have ftood. Well may this mansion of the spirit be Wafted by Fate to regions new and ftrange. Whirled by the wind or tossed upon the wave : But the free soul, how far so e'er it range. Thought-winged, flies lightly over land and sea. And in your current doth her plumage lave. 1x8 119 ( I '■ " ^ — "f^" * IWW— — » I SONNETS CAMOENS XX (40) On revisiting Cintra after the death of Catherina. Apparel of green woods and meadows gay ; Clear and fresh waters innocent of ftain. Wherein the field and grove are found again, As from high rocks ye take your downward way ; And shaggy peak, and ordered disarray Of crags abrupt, know that ye ftrive in vain, Till Grief consent, to soothe the eye of Pain, Shown the same scene that Pleasure did survey. Nor as erst seen am I beheld by you, Rejoiced no more by fields of pleasant green, Or lively runnels, laughing as they dart : Sown be these fields with seeds of ruth and rue. And wet with brine of welling tears, till seen Sere with the herb that suits the broken heart ! XXI (181) O FOR a solitude so absolute. Rapt from the spite of Fate so far away. That foot of man hath never entered, nay, Untrodden by the foot of very brute : Some wood of aspect lowering and mute. Or lonely glen not anywhere made gay With plot of pleasant green, or water's play; Such haunt, in fine, as doth my anguish suit ! Thus in the entrail of the mountain locked, I, sepulchred in life, alive in death. Freely might breathe my plaint ; perceiving there The grief whose magnitude nought measureth Less by the brilliance of the bright day mocked. Soothed by the dark day more than otherwhere. \ 120 121 \ I- SONNETS XXII (169) Country, Life's raft whereby her sea beftows Redemption from her shipwreck and her shoal ; Lustre shed forth on high when tempeft's roll Subsideth, nest of love, nook of repose ; To thee I fly -, and if indeed for woes Flight cure be found, and change may Fate control, Vidlory I'll sing, and in the shade extol Honour triumphant o'er Ambition's throes. Here Spring no flower, no fruit doth Autumn scant; Here cryftal waters use with beauty pair ; Here the day finds me, here it leaves me bleft : Broken but by the nightingale's descant Is slumber, seal of peace, and burdening Care, That buried Joy, himself is laid to reft. 122 CAMOENS i XXIII (136) The goodly apple of this goodly tree Nature with blood and milk willed to adorn, That contraft of fair tints together worn Might image virgin shame and purity. Never, when boughs before the tempeft flee. Be thou by whirlwind's violence uptorn ! Never thy fruit, of coloured charm forlorn, Wither in blighting air's inclemency ! And since for my delight thou yieldeft bower Pleasant and meet, and doft for me beftrew Fragrance on air, as on a conqueror's way : Though my weak lyre defraud thee of thy due. Yet am I ftoring up in sunny hour Sweet thought of thee againft the cloudy day. II 123 ( n SONNETS CAMOENS ^\ } XXIV (194) Babylon and Sion (Qoa and Lisbon) Here, where fecundity of Babel frames Stuff for all ills wherewith the world doth teem ; Where loyal Love is slurred with disefteem, For Venus all controls, and all defames ; Where vices vaunts are counted, virtues shames ; Where Tyranny o'er Honour lords supreme ; Where blind and erring sovereignty doth deem That God for deeds will be content with names : Here m this world where whatso is is wrong, Where Birth and Worth and Wisdom begging go To doors of Avarice and Villainy, Trammelled in the foul chaos I prolong My days, because I muft. Woe to me ! woe ! Sion, had I not memory of thee ! 124 XXV (100) On the death of a Comrade in Africa, Few years and evil to my life were lent. All with hard toil and misery replete : Light did so swiftly from my eyes retreat, That ere ^n^ luftres quite were gone, I went. Ocean I roamed and isle and continent. Seeking some remedy for life unsweet ; But he whom Fortune will not frankly meet, Vainly by venture woos her to his bent. Firft saw I light in Lusitanian land. Where Alemquer the blooming nurtured me ; But, feeble foul contagion to withftand, I feed the fish's maw where thou, rude sea, Lasheft the churlish Abyssinian ftrand, Far from my Portugal's felicity. I 125 i' •iiiii SONNETS CAMOENS XXVI (355) Composed in Prison. Brooding in sadness o'er my evil case. As paft me Day and Night alternate fteal, I to my darksome cell my woe unseal, Summing the number of the wafted days. They pass like shadows on the silent ways. Nor fruit of them doth their slow march reveal. Save this — they are no more : while Fortune's wheel Turns on, and dizzily my spirit sways. Stupid and dazed with dull confinement's clog, My erring sense avails not to decide If I am proffering speech to ftander by, Or seeming converse be but monologue : Nor can I certainly declare if I Am in myself, or am myself beside. XXVII (76) Composed in Prison, Would that with thee I were upon the wing, Whom flitting o'er yon verdant fields I see. Bird, who by loss of Love bereft of glee, Delighteft now no more in anything ! Then, far from homes of man's inhabiting. Thou, neighbour and companion unto me, Mighteft my grief with thine accompany. And I unto thy sorrow solace bring. Yet thou, though Heaven a second bliss deny. Haft the wide earth to roam, misfortune's weight Mourning at will with pinion free or furled : But hapless he by tyranny of Fate Amerced of very air to swell his sigh. Amerced of sight and converse of the world ! il 126 127 \ » i SONNETS CAMOENS XXVIII (173) Sky, earth, and air are sleeping silently ; Sea ftealeth slowly o'er the sandy ground ; Slumber the creatures of the main hath bound ; Night covers all with mute tranquillity : Save one Disquiet that, beside the sea, Where rippling wave with ruffled froth is crowned, Doth with lamenting tongue the name resound That now name only must for ever be. " Waters, ere Love hath quite prevailed to slay, Restore;" he cries, " my Maid, whom ye to Death Delivered, from my arms untimely riven." None answer ; ocean boometh far away ; Slow bows the wood before the breeze's breath ; And wind hath taken what to wind was given. XXIX (254) Secluse in sullen grot beside the sea. Besieged by roaring wave and roaring wind. Her cheek on her upbearing hand reclined. Sweet hap was mine the sweeteft maid to see. Mirror of loveliness and misery, Impearling earth with tears till fury blind And churlish mood of ocean half grew kind. Moved with such beauty and calamity. On the immuring rock at intervals Such look of plaint and pining she doth bend As well might soothe its ftubborn heart to ruth, And thus with voice angelical she calls : " Spot made for lovers' tryft ! but to what end. If everything is here except the youth ? " i 128 129 { SONNETS XXX (48) How far accumulating years extend The travel of my weary pilgrimage ! How swiftly my allotted span of age Shortens apace, and haftens to its end ! Anguish augments; life less and less doth lend; The remedy I had I loft ; and, sage By schooling, with miftruftful heart presage Falsehood when Fortune feigneth to befriend. I chase a bliss I may not overtake, Loft to my sight ere half the race be run ; Thousand times thrown, I faint upon the slope : In lieu of slackening feet I hurry on My eyes, and by their witness knowledge take That the wide prosped holds nor Bliss nor Hope. 130 CAMOENS XXXI (177) Bending upon the Past reverted eyes. No room for aught but rue do I discern ; Squandered the time now gone beyond return. Essayed in evil hour each enterprise : What worft was, beft appeared to me unwise ; What moft was to be sought, I moft did spurn ; Moft lessoned, moft relu6lant ftill to learn. Fondling unto the last Hope's flatteries. Thought built me caftles soaring from the ground, That ever, when the cope-ftone should be laid, Crumbled and lay upon the earth in duft. Fancy's vain fool no more will I be found : For Death and Disenchantment all was made : Woe unto all that hope ! to all that truft ! 131 K- SONNETS XXXII (4) When that I was condemned by Love's decree Ills made for many in one breaft to bear, To Fortune he consigned me, to forbear Feigning, when nought remained for cruelty. She, for desire that all the world should see That terrible as his her torments were, Anguish she willed my fellow men to spare Invented for my single misery. Now, scattering my music as I pass. The world I range, example unto all Whose necks beneath these tyrants' yoke are bent, And set my sorrow to vain verse. Alas For him whose scope of pleasure is so small That such a nothing must his soul content ! ^ GAMOENS XXXIII (24) Most foul and fair of all thy company. Brimmed to the full with pity and with pain. Long as Love's memories on earth remain. Sad Morning, held be thou in memory ! Thou only, flecked with fair emblazonry. Bright joy dispensing unto land and main, Beheldeft Love and Love from one made twain, Crediting not they could divided be. Thou, Morn of mourning, solely did'ft espy The ftreaming river of the burfting tear And confluent bitterness of cither's eye : The words of anguish thou alone did'fl hear — Words that might freeze the nether flame, and buy Respite for shades accursed from torment drear. 132 133 riMH ..»M:mmumi>*^ •'■'lif -^^S^ «.4^^„ SONNETS XXXIV (92) What hath the wide world left me to adore ? For that whereon my all of Love was placed Unlove engendered solely, and diftafte. And Death came at the end : what else ? what more ? Since I am wearing ftill the life I wore ; Since now I know that grief doth only wafte, Not kill ; if grief of grief remain to tafte, Then would I prove it ; he can bear who bore. Death, for my woe, hath steeled me for the ftrife With ill, of that one only thing bereft Whose loss my soul could deign to dread or mourn. Nought but unlove have I beheld in life ; - Nothing in death beside the grief he left ; For this alone, as seemeth, I was born. CAMOENS XXXV (19) Soul of my soul, that didft so early wing From our poor world thou heldeft in disdain, Bound be I ever to my mortal pain. So thou haft peace before the Eternal King ! If to the realms where thou doft soar and sing Remembrance of aught earthly may attain. Forget not the deep love thou did'ft so fain Discover my fond eyes inhabiting. And if my yearning heart unsatisfied. And pang on earth incurable have might To profit thee and me, pour multiplied Thy meek entreaties to the Lord of Light, That swiftly he would raise -tfeec to m^ side, As suddenly he rapt thee from my sight. one/ /Z,/ j' 134 135 SONNETS XXXVI (57) Time and the mortal will stand never fad ; Estranged fates man's confidence eftrange ; Aye with new quality imbued, the vaft World seems but vidlual of voracious Change. New endless growth surrounds on every side, Such as we deemed not earth could ever bear ; Only doth sorrow for paft woe abide, And sorrow for paft good, if good it were. Now Time with green hath made the meadow gay. Late carpeted with snow by winter frore. And to lament hath turned my gentle lay : Yet of all change this chiefly I deplore. The human lot, transformed to ill alway. Nor chequered with rare blessing as of yore. 136 mean 'Hmm I I CAMOENS XXXVII (316) Time with new green hath clad the meadow dry, And old green taken from the shady wood ; To tiny rill Time tameth torrent flood, And to the desert gives fertility : By Time one tree doth bloom, another die ; Serene now Time imparts, now cloudy mood ; By Time ill fadeth and returns the good Oblivion stole fi*om very Memory. Time can e'en Fortune's malice mitigate ; The mighty empire Time to ruin swept Time can reftore, and in its ftrength maintain : All things by Time proceed, on Time all wait ; Time's absolute o'er everything, except Himself, whom Time can never bring again. 137 SONNETS XXXVIII (195) In Time of Trouble, Troubled and sullied by the flood is rolled The river now, pellucid late as glass; Void is the flowery mead of very grass ; Forlorn the vale, inhospitable, cold. Summer hath come and gone, as Spring of old ; All things from hand to hand incessant pass ; Not now, where ancient Fate enthroned was, Sagely or senselessly is Earth controlled. Yet Time ftill orders Season at his call : Not thus the World, confused so in ftrife, God hath it in oblivion, as we deem. Event, opinion, nature, usage, all Inflruct us that this sorry mortal life Is juft the very thing that it doth seem. »38 ■ 1^ ^ 'a »»i ii y'ij y m i j m ^ » .j (■ "-x '■t.a»cr^^pi rtxr* i < ta * ifr - •^■- CAMOENS XXXIX (356) Leave me, all sweet refrain my lip hath made 5 Leave me, all inftruments attuned for song : Leave me, all fountains pleasant meads among ; Leave me, all charms of garden and of glade ; Leave me, all melodies the pipe hath played; Leave me, all rural feaft and sportive throng ; Leave me, all flocks the reed beguiles along ; Leave me, all shepherds happy in the shade. Sun, moon, and ftar, for me no longer glow ; Night would I have, to wail for vanished peace ; Let me from pole to pole no pleasure know ; Let all that I have loved and cherished cease ; But see that thou forsake me not, my Woe, Who wilt, by killing, finally release. I i > 139 • -w-^ « * "■-rjg-;- i A I SONNETS XL (5) In lowly cell bereaved of liberty, Error's meet recompense, long time I spent ; Then o'er the world disconsolate I went, Bearing the broken chain that left me free ; My life I gave unto this memory ; No lesser sacrifice would Love content ; And poverty I bore and banishment ;• So it was ordered, so it had to be. Content with little, though I knew indeed Content unworthy, yet, aloof from ftrife, I loved to mark Man's various employ. But my disaftrous ftar, whom now I read, Blindness of death, and doubtfulness of life, Have made me tremble when I see a joy. I Notes I 140 ) ♦ _ — » • ••■'* NOTES f i DANTE. Sonnet II. Guido. Guido Cavalcanti. Fanna, Guido Caval- canti's lady. Bice. Beatrice. fVho thirty for her number had. Lapo's lady, who had ftood thirtieth in a metrical catalogue of the sixty moft beautiful ladies of Florence, a poem composed by Dante, now loft. Sonnet V, The sage. Guido Guinicelli. Sonnet FI. The third of four sonnets addressed to the ladies who comforted Beatrice on occasion of the death of her father. The firft two are in the Vita Nuova. Sonnet X. Apparently written to disown a spurious sonnet, or one which the poet wished to recall. Sonnet XII. Composed on occasion of a visit which Dante received from some persons of distinftion, who entered his chamber while he was engaged in drawing figures of angels, on the firft anniversary of the death of Beatrice. Sonnet XVI. Composed on seeing pilgrims pass before the house of Beatrice after her death. Sonnet XVIII. The drift of this sonnet is obscure, for sufficient reasons : but there can be little doubt that " the murderer of Righteousness " is Pope Boniface VIII., who persecuted the Ghibel- 143 NOTES line party at Florence, to which Dante belonged j and that ** the great Tyrant " is Philip, King of France, or possibly his brother Charles of Valois. This sonnet must in all probability have been present to the mind of Milton when he wrote his own great sonnet on the Massacre of the Vaudois. Sonnet XIX. This sonnet and the following belong to a late period of Dante's life, and are probably allegories of the conflift in his mind between earthly and divine love, or beauty and philosophy. NOTES PETRARCH. Sonnet I. This sonnet, though heading the sonnets written during the life of Laura, was evidently composed after her death as an introduction to the reft. Sonnet XI. Hither. To Vaucluse. *Bahei. The Papal Court at Avignon. Him. The poet's patron. Cardinal Colonna. Sonnet XII. This deep 'vale. Vaucluse = Valchiusa, />., the shut valley. Sonnet XXIII. IVild inhospitable ivoods. The forest of Ardennes, where Petrarch was travelling in 1333, when he com- posed this sonnet. Sonnet XXXI. RiWEW CATALOGUEg^PUBUCATIONS i^BELLES LETTRES^£^£^^ i8g6. 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