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Sonnet XVIII

SONNET XVIII.

Vergognando talor ch' ancor si taccia.

THE PRAISES OF LAURA TRANSCEND HIS POETIC POWERS.

Ashamed sometimes thy beauties should remainAs yet unsung, sweet lady, in my rhyme;When first I saw thee I recall the time,Pleasing as none shall ever please again.But no fit polish can my verse attain,Not mine is strength to try the task sublime:My genius, measuring its power to climb,From such attempt doth prudently refrain.Full oft I oped my lips to chant thy name;Then in mid utterance the lay was lost:But say what muse can dare so bold a flight?Full oft I strove in measure to indite;But ah, the pen, the hand, the vein I boast,At once were vanquish'd by the mighty theme!
Nott.
[Pg 17] Ashamed at times that I am silent, yet,Lady, though your rare beauties prompt my rhyme,When first I saw thee I recall the timeSuch as again no other can be met.But, with such burthen on my shoulders set.My mind, its frailty feeling, cannot climb,And shrinks alike from polish'd and sublime,While my vain utterance frozen terrors let.Often already have I sought to sing,But midway in my breast the voice was stay'd,For ah! so high what praise may ever spring?And oft have I the tender verse essay'd,But still in vain; pen, hand, and intellectIn the first effort conquer'd are and check'd.
Macgregor.
Written by: Francesco Petrarch

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