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For certain he hath seen all
Who among other ladies hath seen mine:
They that go with her humbly should
To thank their God for such peculiar grace.
So perfect is the beauty of her
That it begets in no wise any
Of envy, but draws round her a clear
Of love, and blessed faith, and gentleness.
Merely the sight of her makes all things bow:
Not she herself alone is
Than all; but hers, through her, are raised above.
From all her acts such lovely graces
That truly one may never think of
Without a passion of exceeding love.
Translated by Dante Gabriel Rosetti
Dante Alighieri
Dante Alighieri (Italian: [ˈdante aliˈɡjɛːri]), probably baptized Durante di Alighiero degli Alighieri and often referred to simply as Dante (/ˈ
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