Francesco Petrarch Poems
- Petrarch Diana was never more pleasing to her lover, when, ...
- From 'Visions' Being one day at my window all alone, ...
- Canzone XVI O my own Italy! though words are vain The mortal...
- If No Love Is, O God, What Fel...
- Doth any Maiden Seek The Glori... DOTH any maiden seek ...
Francesco Petrarcha was born in Arezzo of a family exiled from Florence in 1301. His father was a notary. He studied at Montpellier University and at law school, and became chaplain to Cardinal Colonna. He travelled in France, Flanders and Germany. He met his idealized woman, Laura, in 1327. She died of the Black Death in 1348. His series of love sonnets and other poems strongly influenced ... more »
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Diana was never more pleasing to her lover,
when, by a stroke of fate, he saw her naked,
shown in the deep pool of icy water,
than I was by the mountain shepherdess,
standing there to wash her delightful veil,
that keeps blonde, lovely hair from the wind’s stress,
so that, now heaven’s fires overspill,
she made me tremble with an amorous chill.
Now that the wind and earth and sky are silent,
and the wild birds and creatures curbed by sleep,
without a wave the sea rests in the deep,
Night’s chariot moving to its ...