Petrarch Poems - Poems about Petrarch

..."Cantus Troili" from "Troilus and Criseyde" by Petrarch translation by Geoffrey Chaucer modernization by Michael R. Burch If there’s no love, O God, why then, so low? And if love is, what thin......

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...PETRARCH TRANSLATIONS Sonnet XIV by Petrarch translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Lust, gluttony and idleness conspire to banish every virtue from mankind, replaced by evil in hi......

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...I. Can you hear the scale in D major as it plays a cantabile manner? Please gather around and hear my words as they will become the banner to which you will march. My one fear is to be rejected by t......

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... Forever extinct seems the age of classical poetry, With all its cheers from caves, cottages, marble domes and temples, When now a country honors not classical bards: O Hugh MacDiarmid, Petrarc......

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...QUIET murmurs where we sat and spoke about it How the world is losing love and kindness You told me you loved me and now there are tears. I may not always see you and sometimes we doubt ......

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...Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti sunrise, the folly of Easter islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded limbos and purgatories, the never evermore Polynesian metaphors t......

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... "The Wanton Rapture Blazing" I hear you in the ribbons that sing tied to poles of gallantry where charged with acts of misadventure love carried me to your walls, I wrote ......

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...The death of once-great swans I oft' lament; and ask in vain, “Where have all the bards gone?” No more are written lines as eloquent as in the days of Poesy's ancient dawn, when Homer s......

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...Petrarch the poet invented a sonnet but to himself he kept it secret Then in England a version came for Surrey&Wyatt claimed his fame......

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... Grandpa raised me to listen to the whisper of grace, tracing out miracles on the edge of my faith… by poet ~~~ Grandpa had hair like salt and pepper His hands were old and w......

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...Sonneteer Petrarch, with Shakespeare, set the standards: so little space - fourteen short lines, each with just ten syllables. Yet greats like St. ......

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...“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room” by William Wordsworth Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells; And students with their pensive ci......

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...If nobody speaks of remarkable things Consciousness hides behind curtains of sleep, Bright lights dim in the cerebral gloom, Thoughts of tomorrow hold no credible guise, A vacuum grows in the......

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...The tender leaves of Laurel trees, reveals a name so rare, a crown made of chartreuse shades is believed to show you care. In the fourteenth century poet Petrarch adored his beloved’s m......

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...One we go Two three through this life for all they seek the Fifth column they had a Sixth sense to recompense the poor the weak impoverished Ones Petrarch, Dickens, Marx, Harding-Davis, Riis,......

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