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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELEGIAC SONNET: 14, by PETRARCH Poet's Biography First Line: Loose to the wind her golden tresses stream'd Last Line: The shaft extracted does not cure the wound! Alternate Author Name(s): Petrarca, Francesco | |||
Loose to the wind her golden tresses stream'd, Forming bright waves with amorous Zephyr's sighs; And tho' averted now, her charming eyes Then with warm love, and melting pity beam'd. Was I deceived? -- Ah! surely, nymph divine! That fine suffusion on thy cheek was love; What wonder then those beauteous tints should move, Should fire this heart, this tender heart of mine! Thy soft melodious voice, thy air, thy shape, Were of a goddess -- not a mortal maid; Yet tho' thy charms, thy heavenly charms should fade, My heart, my tender heart could not escape; Nor cure for me in time or change be found: The shaft extracted does not cure the wound! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 156 by PETRARCH CLEAR, COOL STREAMS THAT SOFTLY FLOW by PETRARCH FROM THOUGHT TO THOUGHT, FROM HILL TO HILL by PETRARCH I CANNOT BE AT PEACE YET NEED NOT FIGHT by PETRARCH I DO REPENT ME OF DEPARTED DAYS by PETRARCH IN WHAT CELESTIAL SPHERE, BY WHOM INSPIRED by PETRARCH MINE OLD DEAR ENEMY, MY FROWARD MASTER by PETRARCH MY THOUGHTS GO FORTH TO THE ABIDING PLACE by PETRARCH |
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