Francesco Petrarch

(1304-1374 / Arezzo, Italy)

Francesco Petrarch Poems

1. She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze 6/10/2016
2. A new young angel carried by her wings 6/10/2016
3. The heavens have revolved for seventeen years 6/10/2016
4. That wandering paleness which conceals 6/10/2016
5. Clear, sweet fresh water 6/10/2016
6. Love leads me on, from thought to thought, 6/10/2016
7. What do I feel if this is not love? 6/10/2016
8. I find no peace, and yet I make no war: 6/10/2016
9. As at times in hot sunny weather 6/10/2016
10. Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber 6/10/2016
11. No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour 6/10/2016
12. From what part of the heavens, from what idea 6/10/2016
13. Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent 6/10/2016
14. Full of a wandering thought that separates me 6/10/2016
15. Many times now, with my true thought, 6/10/2016
16. Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods, 6/10/2016
17. A pure white hind appeared to me 6/10/2016
18. O beautiful hand that clutches my heart 6/10/2016
19. O little room that was once a refuge 6/10/2016
20. Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve 6/10/2016
21. Ah me, the beautiful face, ah me, the gentle look, 6/10/2016
22. The high column and the green laurel are broken 6/10/2016
23. Life flies, and never stays an hour, 6/10/2016
24. The eyes I spoke about so warmly, 6/10/2016
25. When I turn again to gaze on the years 6/10/2016
26. Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turn 6/10/2016
27. My thought raised me to a place in which 6/10/2016
28. Zephyr returns and brings fair weather, 6/10/2016
29. That nightingale who weeps so sweetly, 6/10/2016
30. These days of mine, faster than a hind, 6/10/2016
31. My sad verse, go to the harsh stone 6/10/2016
32. The angels elect and the blessed spirits, 6/10/2016
33. Little wandering bird that goes singing 6/10/2016
34. I go weeping for my time past, 6/10/2016
35. Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame 10/24/2015
36. Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion] 6/10/2016
37. Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find] 6/10/2016
38. You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, 6/10/2016
39. To make a graceful act of revenge, 6/10/2016
40. It was on that day when the sun's ray 6/10/2016
Best Poem of Francesco Petrarch

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

They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast,
That at the last, and in short time, I spide,
Under a rocke, where she alas, opprest,
Fell to the ground, and there untimely ...

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Canzone XVI

O my own Italy! though words are vain
The mortal wounds to close,
Unnumber'd, that thy beauteous bosom stain,
Yet may it soothe my pain
To sigh forth Tyber's woes,
And Arno's wrongs, as on Po's sadden'd shore
Sorrowing I wander, and my numbers pour.

Ruler of heaven! By the all-pitying love

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