1 Lo dì che han detto a' dolci amici addio
(Dante) Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci
(Petrarch) Come back to me, who wait and watch for you: - Or come not yet, for it is over then,
And long it is before you come again,
The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees, Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn;
And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern
O'er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn,
The eveni...
My hand, a little raised, might press a star-Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun,
So shaped before Olympus was begun,
Spanned each to each, now, by a silver bar
Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --Not in lone splendour hung aloft the
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and
My soul can reach, when feeling out of
If so it hap this offspring of my care,
These fatal Anthems, sad and mournful Songs,
Come to their view, who like afflicted are;
Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs
Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair;
Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny;
Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair;
And her disdains are gall, her favors honey
Look how the golden ocean shines above Its pebbly stones, and magnifies their girth;
So does the bright and blessed light of Love Its own things glorify, and raise their worth
As weeds seem flowers beneath the flattering brine,
And ...
Because our talk was of the
And moon-track of the journeying face of Fate,
Her tremulous kisses faltered at love's
And her eyes dreamed against a distant goal:
I felt a spirit of love begin to
Within my heart, long time unfelt till then;
And saw Love coming towards me fair and fain(That I scarce knew him for his joyful cheer),
Saying, "Be now indeed my worshipper
How Love came in,
I do not know,
Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no;
Or whether with the soul it came,
Let others sing of Knights and Paladins In aged accents and untimely words,
Paint shadows in imaginary lines Which well the reach of their high wits records;
But I must sing of thee and those fair eyes;
Authentic shall my verse in t...