Sonnet LXXX
Read 'Sonnet LXXX' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET LXXX.
Ogni giorno mi par più di mill' anni.
FAR FROM FEARING, HE PRAYS FOR DEATH.
Each day to me seems as a thousand years,That I my dear and faithful star pursue,Who guided me on earth, and guides me tooBy a sure path to life without its tears.For in the world, familiar now, appearsNo snare to tempt; so rare a light and trueShines e'en from heaven my secret conscience through,Of lost time and loved sin the glass it rears.Not that I need the threats of death to dread,(Which He who loved us bore with greater pain)That, firm and constant, I his path should tread:'Tis but a brief while since in every veinOf her he enter'd who my fate has been,Yet troubled not the least her brow serene.
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