Sonnet XXXVI
Read 'Sonnet XXXVI' by 'Francesco Petrarch' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
SONNET XXXVI.
Quel che 'n Tessaglia ebbe le man sì pronte.
SOME HAVE WEPT FOR THEIR WORST ENEMIES, BUT LAURA DEIGNS HIM NOT A SINGLE TEAR.
He who for empire at Pharsalia threw,Reddening its beauteous plain with civil gore,As Pompey's corse his conquering soldiers bore,Wept when the well-known features met his view:The shepherd youth, who fierce Goliath slew,Had long rebellious children to deplore,And bent, in generous grief, the brave Saul o'erHis shame and fall when proud Gilboa knew:But you, whose cheek with pity never paled,Who still have shields at hand to guard you wellAgainst Love's bow, which shoots its darts in vain,Behold me by a thousand deaths assail'd,And yet no tears of thine compassion tell,But in those bright eyes anger and disdain.
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