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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RESOLUTION; A SONNET, by PETRARCH Poet's Biography First Line: Oh time! Oh rolling heavens, that fly so fast Last Line: Virtue's no chance, but is acquir'd by skill. Alternate Author Name(s): Petrarca, Francesco | |||
OH Time! Oh rolling Heavens, that fly so fast, And cheat us mortals ignorant and blind! Oh fugitive Day, swifter than bird or wind! Your frauds I see, by all my suff'rings past. But pardon me, 'tis I myself must blame, Nature that spreads your wings, and makes you fly, To me gave eyes, that I my ills might spy: Yet I retain'd them to my grief, and shame. Time was I might, and Time is still I may Direct my steps in a securer way, And end this sad infinity of ill; Yet 'tis not from thy yoke, O Love, I part, But the effects; I will reclaim my heart: Virtue's no chance, but is acquir'd by skill. | 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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