Sonnet LXVIII
Read 'Sonnet LXVIII' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET LXVIII.
Conobbi, quanto il ciel gli occhi m' aperse.
HER PRAISES ARE, COMPARED WITH HER DESERTS, BUT AS A DROP TO THE OCEAN.
So far as to mine eyes its light heaven show'd,So far as love and study train'd my wings,Novel and beautiful but mortal thingsFrom every star I found on her bestow'd:So many forms in rare and varied modeOf heavenly beauty from immortal springsMy panting intellect before me brings,Sunk my weak sight before their dazzling load.Hence, whatsoe'er I spoke of her or wrote,Who, at God's right, returns me now her prayers,Is in that infinite abyss a mote:For style beyond the genius never dares;Thus, though upon the sun man fix his sight,He seeth less as fiercer burns its light.
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