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For what is man without her ; like a plain Without a flower, without its gem a ring ; The world while it possess'd her, knew her not ; I knew her, who behind to weep remain. And heav'n, whose gain has been my sorrowing.
H 98 SONETTO LXXI.
TOMO TI. DI FRANCESCO PETRARCA.
Del cibo, onde '1 Signer mio sempre abbonda, Lagrime, e doglia, il cor lasso nudrisco ; E spesso tremo, e spesso impallidisco, Pensando all sua piaga aspra, e profonda.
Ma chi n^ prima simil ne seconda Ebbe al suo tempo ; al let...to, in eh' io languisco, Vien tal, ch' appena a rimirarla ardisco ; E pietosa s' asside in suUa sponda.
Con quella man, che tanto desiai, M' asciuga gli occhi, e col suo dir m'apporta Dolcezza, ch' uom mortal non sentl mai.
Che val, dice, a saver, chi si sconforta ?
Non pianger pi^ : non m'hai tu pianto assai ? Ch' or fostil vivo, com' io non son morta.
99 SONNET LXXI. PART II.
FROM PETRARCH.
XiiAT food in which my tyrant does abound, Sorrow and tears are my poor heart's sad cheer ; And oft I tremble, oft turn pale with fear, Thinking upon its cruel wounds profound ; But she, to whom on Earth could none be found Equal, or second, to my couch drew near More glorious than this mortal sight could bear ; She sate her by my side, and my eyes drown'd In tears, with that fair hand she wip'd ; and o'er My senses shed, by her soft accents' flow, Such bliss as mortal never knew before : " What dost thou gain from knowledge, lost in woe ?" She said, " Enough for me; now weep no more; " Thou liv'st, nor am I left in death below.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
For what is man without her ; like a plain Without a flower, without its gem a ring ; The world while it possess'd her, knew her not ; I knew her, who behind to weep remain. And heav'n, whose gain has been my sorrowing.
H 98 SONETTO LXXI.
TOMO TI. DI FRANCESCO PETRARCA.
Del cibo, onde '1 Signer mio sempre abbonda, Lagrime, e doglia, il cor lasso nudrisco ; E spesso tremo, e spesso impallidisco, Pensando all sua piaga aspra, e profonda.
Ma chi n^ prima simil ne seconda Ebbe al suo tempo ; al let...to, in eh' io languisco, Vien tal, ch' appena a rimirarla ardisco ; E pietosa s' asside in suUa sponda.
Con quella man, che tanto desiai, M' asciuga gli occhi, e col suo dir m'apporta Dolcezza, ch' uom mortal non sentl mai.
Che val, dice, a saver, chi si sconforta ?
Non pianger pi^ : non m'hai tu pianto assai ? Ch' or fostil vivo, com' io non son morta.
99 SONNET LXXI. PART II.
FROM PETRARCH.
XiiAT food in which my tyrant does abound, Sorrow and tears are my poor heart's sad cheer ; And oft I tremble, oft turn pale with fear, Thinking upon its cruel wounds profound ; But she, to whom on Earth could none be found Equal, or second, to my couch drew near More glorious than this mortal sight could bear ; She sate her by my side, and my eyes drown'd In tears, with that fair hand she wip'd ; and o'er My senses shed, by her soft accents' flow, Such bliss as mortal never knew before : " What dost thou gain from knowledge, lost in woe ?" She said, " Enough for me; now weep no more; " Thou liv'st, nor am I left in death below.
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