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. If my life of bitter torment and of tears 6/10/2016
15. When from hour to hour among the other ladies 6/10/2016
16. My weary eyes, there, while I turn you 6/10/2016
17. I turn back at every step I take 6/10/2016
18. Grizzled and white the old man leaves 6/10/2016
19. I find no peace, and yet I make no war: 6/10/2016
20. As at times in hot sunny weather 6/10/2016
21. Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber 6/10/2016
22. No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour 6/10/2016
23. From what part of the heavens, from what idea 6/10/2016
24. Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent 6/10/2016
25. Full of a wandering thought that separates me 6/10/2016
26. Many times now, with my true thought, 6/10/2016
27. Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods, 6/10/2016
28. A pure white hind appeared to me 6/10/2016
29. O beautiful hand that clutches my heart 6/10/2016
30. O little room that was once a refuge 6/10/2016
31. Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve 6/10/2016
32. Ah me, the beautiful face, ah me, the gentle look, 6/10/2016
33. The high column and the green laurel are broken 6/10/2016
34. Life flies, and never stays an hour, 6/10/2016
35. Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year, 6/10/2016
36. Heavenly Father, after the lost days, 6/10/2016
37. She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze 6/10/2016
38. A new young angel carried by her wings 6/10/2016
39. The heavens have revolved for seventeen years 6/10/2016
40. That wandering paleness which conceals 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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