Famous Lasso Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Lasso poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous lasso poems. These examples illustrate what a famous lasso poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...nting you on that border
you are always trying to cross?
I am the horizon
you ride towards, the thing you can never lasso
I am also what surrounds you:
my brain
scattered with your
tincans, bones, empty shells,
the litter of your invasions.
I am the space you desecrate
as you pass through....Read more of this...
by
Atwood, Margaret
...opaca siluentia longe
Celarant Plantae virides, & concolor Umbra.
O! mibi si vestros liceat violasse recessus.
Erranti, lasso, & vitae melioris anhelo,
Municipem servate novum, votoque potitum,
Frondosae Cives optate in florea Regna.
Me quoque, vos Musae, &, te conscie testor Apollo,
Non Armenta juvant hominum, Circique boatus,
Mugitusve Fori; sed me Penetralia veris,
Horroresque trahunt muti, & Consortia sola.
Virgineae quem non suspendit Gratia formae?
Quam candore Nives vi...Read more of this...
by
Marvell, Andrew
...fuggiva,
si volse a retro a rimirar lo passo
che non lasci? gi? mai persona viva.
Poi ch'?i posato un poco il corpo lasso,
ripresi via per la piaggia diserta,
s? che 'l pi? fermo sempre era 'l pi? basso.
Ed ecco, quasi al cominciar de l'erta,
una lonza leggera e presta molto,
che di pel macolato era coverta;
e non mi si partia dinanzi al volto,
anzi 'mpediva tanto il mio cammino,
ch'i' fui per ritornar pi? volte v?lto.
Temp'era dal principio del mattino,
e 'l...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...ugitive,
turn back to look intently at the pass
that never has let any man survive.
Poi ch'?i posato un poco il corpo lasso,
ripresi via per la piaggia diserta,
s? che 'l pi? fermo sempre era 'l pi? basso .
I let my tired body rest awhile.
Moving again, I tried the lonely slope-
my firm foot always was the one below.
Ed ecco, quasi al cominciar de l'erta,
una lonza leggera e presta molto,
che di pel macolato era coverta ;
And almost where the hillside starts to rise-
lo...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...pi? volte.
Ma or ti s'attraversa un altro passo
dinanzi a li occhi, tal che per te stesso
non usciresti: pria saresti lasso.
Io t'ho per certo ne la mente messo
ch'alma beata non poria mentire,
per? ch'? sempre al primo vero appresso;
e poi potesti da Piccarda udire
che l'affezion del vel Costanza tenne;
s? ch'ella par qui meco contradire.
Molte fiate gi?, frate, addivenne
che, per fuggir periglio, contra grato
si f? di quel che far non si convenne;
come Almeone, che, d...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...ia».
Lo sommo er'alto che vincea la vista,
e la costa superba più assai
che da mezzo quadrante a centro lista.
Io era lasso, quando cominciai:
«O dolce padre, volgiti, e rimira
com'io rimango sol, se non restai».
«Figliuol mio», disse, «infin quivi ti tira»,
additandomi un balzo poco in sùe
che da quel lato il poggio tutto gira.
Sì mi spronaron le parole sue,
ch'i' mi sforzai carpando appresso lui,
tanto che 'l cinghio sotto i piè mi fue.
A seder ci ponemmo ivi ambedui
v...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...e Bolivian ascending Mount Sorata;
I see the Wacho crossing the plains—I see the incomparable rider of horses with his lasso
on
his
arm;
I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for their hides.
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I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some uninhabited;
I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Paumanok, quite still;
I see ten fishermen waiting—they discover now a thick school of mossbonkers—they drop the
join’d seine-ends in the water,
The...Read more of this...
by
Whitman, Walt
...n the glass panes of the sea are pressed
Patterns of fronds, and the bronze tracks of fishes.
2
(Winter)
Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black shiny rocks,
Noosing, slipping and noosing again for ever.
3
(Windy Summer)
Over-sea going, under returning, meet
And make a wheel, a shell, to hold the sun....Read more of this...
by
Tessimond, A S J
...SONNET CLXX. Lasso, ch' i' ardo, ed altri non mel crede! POSTERITY WILL ACCORD TO HIM THE PITY WHICH LAURA REFUSES. Alas, with ardour past belief I glow!None doubt this truth, except one only fair,Who all excels, for whom alone I care;<...Read more of this...
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Petrarch, Francesco
...SONNET CXCIX. Lasso! Amor mi trasporta ov' io non voglio. HE EXCUSES HIMSELF FOR VISITING LAURA TOO OFTEN, AND LOVING HER TOO MUCH. Alas! Love bears me where I would not go,And well I see how duty is transgress'd,And how to her who, quee...Read more of this...
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Petrarch, Francesco
...[Pg 64] SONNET L. Lasso, che mal accorto fui da prima. HE PRAYS LOVE TO KINDLE ALSO IN HER THE FLAME BY WHICH HE IS UNCEASINGLY TORMENTED. Alas! this heart by me was little knownIn those first days when Love its depths explored,Where by degr...Read more of this...
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Petrarch, Francesco
...SONNET LVII. L' ultimo, lasso! de' miei giorni allegri. HE REVERTS TO THEIR LAST MEETING. The last, alas! of my bright days and glad—Few have been mine in this brief life below—[Pg 285]Ha...Read more of this...
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Petrarch, Francesco
...SONNET LXXX. Lasso! ben so che dolorose prede. THOUGH FOR FOURTEEN YEARS HE HAS STRUGGLED UNSUCCESSFULLY, HE STILL HOPES TO CONQUER HIS PASSION. Alas! well know I what sad havoc makesDeath of our kind, how Fate no mortal spares!How soon...Read more of this...
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Petrarch, Francesco
...SONNET LXXXVI. Lasso! quante fiate Amor m' assale. WHEN LOVE DISTURBS HIM, HE CALMS HIMSELF BY THINKING OF THE EYES AND WORDS OF LAURA. Alas! how ceaselessly is urged Love's claim,By day, by night, a thousand times I turnWhere best I may ...Read more of this...
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Petrarch, Francesco
...SONNET XLV. Passato è 'l tempo omai, lasso! che tanto. HIS ONLY DESIRE IS AGAIN TO BE WITH HER. Fled—fled, alas! for ever—is the day,Which to my flame some soothing whilom brought;And fled is she of whom I wept and wrote:Yet still the pan...Read more of this...
by
Petrarch, Francesco
...woman, I clung to my work.When your voice, like a sacred bell,A celestial note with a human tremor,Stretched its golden lasso from the edge of your mouth;—Marvelous nest of vertigo, your mouth!Two rose petals fastened to an abyss…—Labor, labor of glory, painful and frivolous;Fabric where my spirit went weaving herself!You come to the arrogant head of the rock,And I fall, without end, into the bloody abyss! ...Read more of this...
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Agustini, Delmira
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