Biography of Francesco Petrarch
Francesco Petrarca (Italian pronunciation: [franˈtʃesko peˈtrarka]; July 20, 1304 – July 19, 1374), commonly anglicized as Petrarch (/ˈpiːtrɑːrk, ˈpɛtrɑːrk/), was an Italian scholar and poet in Renaissance Italy, and one of the earliest humanists. Petrarch's rediscovery of Cicero's letters is often credited for initiating the 14th-century Renaissance. Petrarch is often called the "Father of Humanism". In the 16th century, Pietro Bembo created the model for the modern Italian language based on Petrarch's works, as well as those of Giovanni Boccaccio, and, to a lesser extent, Dante Alighieri. Petrarch would be later endorsed as a model for Italian style by the Accademia della Crusca. Petrarch's sonnets were admired and imitated throughout Europe during the Renaissance and became a model for lyrical poetry. He is also known for being the first to develop the concept of the "Dark Ages." This standing back from his time was possible because he straddled two worlds - the classical and his own modern day.
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Francesco Petrarch Poems
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,
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,
O my own Italy! though words are vain The mortal wounds to close, Unnumber'd, that thy beauteous bosom stain,
If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? (S...
If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me,
Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a n...
I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion that from her cruel side I would draw by force a thousand sighs a day, kindling again
Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame
DOTH any maiden seek the glorious fame Of chastity, of strength, of courtesy? Gaze in the eyes of that sweet enemy
At the foot of the hill where beauty's g...
At the foot of the hill where beauty's garment first clothed that lady with earthly members, who has often sent wakefulness to him,
Greed and sleep and slothful beds
Greed and sleep and slothful beds have banished every virtue from the world, so that, overcome by habit,
My passion's folly is so led astray
My passion's folly is so led astray by following what turns and flees,
When I utter sighs, in calling out to yo...
When I utter sighs, in calling out to you, with the name that Love wrote on my heart, the sound of its first sweet accents begin
What infinite providence and art
What infinite providence and art He showed in his wonderful mastery, who created this and the other hemisphere,
It was on that day when the sun's ray
It was on that day when the sun's ray was darkened in pity for its Maker, that I was captured, and did not defend myself,
To make a graceful act of revenge,
To make a graceful act of revenge, and punish a thousand wrongs in a single day, Love secretly took up his bow again,
You who hear the sound, in scattered rhy...
You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes, of those sighs on which I fed my heart, in my first vagrant youthfulness,
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