Francesco Petrarch

(1304-1374 / Arezzo, Italy)

Francesco Petrarch Poems

1. Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame 10/24/2015
2. Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion] 6/10/2016
3. Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find] 6/10/2016
4. You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, 6/10/2016
5. To make a graceful act of revenge, 6/10/2016
6. It was on that day when the sun's ray 6/10/2016
7. What infinite providence and art 6/10/2016
8. When I utter sighs, in calling out to you 6/10/2016
9. My passion's folly is so led astray 6/10/2016
10. Greed and sleep and slothful beds 6/10/2016
11. At the foot of the hill where beauty's garment 6/10/2016
12. When the heavenly body that tells the hours 6/10/2016
13. Glorious pillar in whom rests 6/10/2016
14. I have not seen you, lady, 6/10/2016
15. If my life of bitter torment and of tears 6/10/2016
16. When from hour to hour among the other ladies 6/10/2016
17. My weary eyes, there, while I turn you 6/10/2016
18. I turn back at every step I take 6/10/2016
19. Grizzled and white the old man leaves 6/10/2016
20. Bitter tears pour down my face 6/10/2016
21. There are creatures in the world with such other 6/10/2016
22. I have offered you my heart a thousand times 6/10/2016
23. The time to labour, for every animal 6/10/2016
24. Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields, 6/10/2016
25. Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year, 6/10/2016
26. Heavenly Father, after the lost days, 6/10/2016
27. She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze 6/10/2016
28. A new young angel carried by her wings 6/10/2016
29. The heavens have revolved for seventeen years 6/10/2016
30. That wandering paleness which conceals 6/10/2016
31. Clear, sweet fresh water 6/10/2016
32. Love leads me on, from thought to thought, 6/10/2016
33. What do I feel if this is not love? 6/10/2016
34. I find no peace, and yet I make no war: 6/10/2016
35. As at times in hot sunny weather 6/10/2016
36. Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber 6/10/2016
37. No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour 6/10/2016
38. From what part of the heavens, from what idea 6/10/2016
39. Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent 6/10/2016
40. Full of a wandering thought that separates me 6/10/2016
Best Poem of Francesco Petrarch

Petrarch

I


Diana was never more pleasing to her lover,
when, by a stroke of fate, he saw her naked,
shown in the deep pool of icy water,
than I was by the mountain shepherdess,
standing there to wash her delightful veil,
that keeps blonde, lovely hair from the wind’s stress,
so that, now heaven’s fires overspill,
she made me tremble with an amorous chill.



II


Now that the wind and earth and sky are silent,
and the wild birds and creatures curbed by sleep,
without a wave the sea rests in the deep,
Night’s chariot moving to its ...

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From 'Visions'

Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
As much as it grieveth me to thinke thereon.
At my right hand a hynde appear'd to mee,
So faire as mote the greatest god delite;
Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace.
Of which the one was blacke, the other white:
With deadly force so in their cruell race

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