INDEX - Virtual Book 41

Cover design Anna Cole Biography of translator
. 51 Poco era ad appressarsi agli occhi miei ...
. 52 Non al suo amante pi Dana piacque ...
. 53 Spirto gentil, che quelle membra reggi ...
. 54 Perch'al viso d'Amor portava insegna ...
. 55 Quel foco ch'i' pensai che fosse spento ...
. 56 Se col cieco desir che 'l cor distrugge ...
. 57 Mie venture al venir son tarde et pigre ...
. 58 La guancia che fu gi piangendo stancha ...
. 59 Perch quel che mi trasse ad amar prima ...
. 60 L'arbor gentil che forte amai molt'anni ...
. 61 Benedetto sia 'l giorno, et 'l mese, et l'anno ...
. 62 Padre del ciel, dopo i perduti giorni ...
. 63 Volgendo gli occhi al mio novo colore ...
. 64 Se voi poteste per turbati segni ...
. 65 Lasso, che mal accorto fui da prima ...
. 66 L'aere gravato, et l'importuna nebbia ...
. 67 Del mar Tirreno a la sinistra riva ...
. 68 L'aspetto sacro de la terra vostra ...
. 69 Ben sapeva io che natural consiglio ...
. 70 Lasso me, ch'i' non so in qual parte pieghi ...
. 71 Perch la vita breve ...
. 72 Gentil mia donna, i' veggio ...
. 73 Poi che per mio destino ...
. 74 Io son gi stanco di pensar s come ...
. 75 I begli occhi ond'i' fui percosso in guisa ...
. 76 Amor con sue promesse lusingando ...
. 77 Per mirar Policleto a prova fiso ...
. 78 Quando giunse a Simon l'alto concetto ...
. 79 S'al principio risponde il fine e 'l mezzo ...
. 80 Chi fermato di menar sua vita ...
. 81 Io son s stanco sotto 'l fascio antico ...
. 82 Io non fu' d'amar voi lassato unquancho ...
. 83 Se bianche non son prima ambe le tempie ...
. 84 - Occhi piangete: accompagnate il core ...
. 85 Io amai sempre, et amo forte anchora ...
. 86 Io avr sempre in odio la fenestra ...
. 87 S tosto come aven che l'arco scocchi ...
. 88 Poi che mia speme lunga a venir troppo ...
. 89 Fuggendo la pregione ove Amor m'ebbe ...
. 90 Erano i capei d'oro a l'aura sparsi ...
. 91 La bella donna che cotanto amavi ...
. 92 Piangete, donne, et con voi pianga Amore ...
. 93 Pi volte Amor m'avea gi detto: Scrivi ...
. 94 Quando giugne per gli occhi al cor profondo ...
. 95 Cos potess'io ben chiuder in versi ...
. 96 Io son de l'aspectar omai s vinto ...
. 97 Ahi bella libert, come tu m'ai ...
. 98 Orso, al vostro destrier si p ben porre ...
. 99 Poi che voi et io pi volte abbiam provato ...
.100 Quella fenestra ove l'un sol si vede
If the light had neared my eyes a little ...
Diana was not more pleasing to her lover ...
Gentle spirit, that rules those members ...
Because she bore Love's emblems in her aspect ...
That fire that I thought had been quenched ...
If, through blind desire that destroys the heart ...
My luck is always late and slow to reach me ...
My dear lord, rest that cheek of yours ...
Though another's fault takes me away ...
The gentle tree that I've loved many years ...
Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year ...
Heavenly Father, after the lost days ...
Turning your eyes on my strange colour ...
If you, with signs of your unease ...
Alas, how unprepared I was at first ...
The heavy air, and the oppressive cloud ...
On the left shore of the Tyrrhenian Sea ...
The sacred aspect of your native place ...
Love, I well know our natural defences ...
Ah me, I don't know where to seek for hope ...
Because this life is short ...
My gentle lady, I see ...
Since through destiny ...
I am already wearied with thinking ...
Those lovely eyes, that struck me in such guise ...
Love, with his beguiling promises ...
Polyclitus gazing fixedly a thousand years ...
When Simone had matched the high concept ...
If the middle and the end of these fourteen years ...
He who is set on living out his life ...
I'm so wearied by the ancient burden ...
I have never tired of love for you ...
If both my temples time it seems is greying ...
Weep, eyes: accompany the heart ...
I've always loved, and I love deeply still ...
I always hate that window from which Love ...
As soon as ever he has launched his arrows ...
Because my hope takes too long to mature ...
Fleeing the prison where Love for many years ...
She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze ...
The lovely lady who you loved so dearly ...
Weep, ladies, and let Love weep with you ...
How often Love's already said to me: 'Write ...
When through my eyes the image of my lady ...
If I could imprison in my verses ...
I'm so defeated now, in appearance ...
Ah precious freedom, how you've shown me ...
Orso, you can easily bridle your warhorse ...
Since you and I have seen how our hope ...
That window where one sun is seen ...

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