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... Laura . 59 CHAPTER VII . Laura and Petrarch ( continued ) . 74 CHAPTER VIII . Dante and Beatrice Portinari .... 87 CHAPTER IX . Dante and Beatrice ( continued ) .. 102 CHAPTER X. Chaucer and Philippa Picard . - King James.
... Laura . 59 CHAPTER VII . Laura and Petrarch ( continued ) . 74 CHAPTER VIII . Dante and Beatrice Portinari .... 87 CHAPTER IX . Dante and Beatrice ( continued ) .. 102 CHAPTER X. Chaucer and Philippa Picard . - King James.
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... Laura , and Boccaccio's Fiammetta . Every one who reads and admires Petrarch , will remember his beautiful Sonnet on the Death of Cino , beginning " Piangete Donne . " Perchè l ' nostro amoroso messer Cino Novellamente s'è da THE ...
... Laura , and Boccaccio's Fiammetta . Every one who reads and admires Petrarch , will remember his beautiful Sonnet on the Death of Cino , beginning " Piangete Donne . " Perchè l ' nostro amoroso messer Cino Novellamente s'è da THE ...
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... some years later than Petrarch . I mention him merely to fill up the list of those ancient minor poets of Italy , whose names and loves are still celebrated . CHAPTER VI . LAURA . THERE are some who doubt 58 THE TROUBADOURS .
... some years later than Petrarch . I mention him merely to fill up the list of those ancient minor poets of Italy , whose names and loves are still celebrated . CHAPTER VI . LAURA . THERE are some who doubt 58 THE TROUBADOURS .
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... LAURA . THERE are some who doubt the reality of Pe- trarch's love , because it is expressed in numbers ; and others , refining on this doubt , profess even to question whether his Laura ever existed , except in the imagination and ...
... LAURA . THERE are some who doubt the reality of Pe- trarch's love , because it is expressed in numbers ; and others , refining on this doubt , profess even to question whether his Laura ever existed , except in the imagination and ...
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... Laura - his playing on the words Laura , L'aura , and Lauro , his freezing flames and burning ice , -I abandon to critics , and let them make the best of them , as defects in what were else perfection . These were the fashion of the day ...
... Laura - his playing on the words Laura , L'aura , and Lauro , his freezing flames and burning ice , -I abandon to critics , and let them make the best of them , as defects in what were else perfection . These were the fashion of the day ...
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addressed admiration affection afterwards alludes amiable amore appears Ariosto attachment battle of Pavia Beatrice beauty Canzone Castara celebrated character charms Chaucer CONJUGAL POETRY Countess court Dante daughter death delight died Donne doth Duchess Earl earth elegant Elizabeth expression exquisite eyes fair fame fancy feeling female genius gentle glory grace grief Habington happiness hath heart heaven honor husband imagination inspired Ischia Italian Klopstock Lady Sunderland Laura Leonora Leonora Baroni letters lines lived look Lord Lyttelton lover Lucy Madame Madame de Staël marriage married Meta mind mistress mother never noble passion person Pescara Petrarch poems poet poetical Pope praise Queen Robert Drury Saint Lambert says sentiment smiles song Sonnet soul Spenser spirit Stella style sweet talents Tasso tears tenderness thee thing thou thought tion Troubadours truth VERONICA GAMBARA verse virtue Vittoria Colonna Voltaire wife woman women wrote young youth
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Page 188 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 502 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 253 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know • Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best: All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded ; Wisdom in discourse with her Loses discountenanc'd, and like Folly shows...
Page 185 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Page 268 - ASK me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Page 391 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 188 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 178 - And blesses her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheeks, And the pure snow with goodly vermeil stain, Like crimson dyed in grain...
Page 417 - Yet empty of all good, wherein consists Woman's domestic honour and chief praise; Bred only and completed to the taste Of lustful appetence, to sing, to dance, To dress, and troll the tongue, and roll the eye...
Page 428 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day ; To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way : They were but my visits, but thou art my home.