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From 'Visions'

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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,
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M Asim Nehal 20 July 2016

Awesome translation, nice poem.

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Edward Kofi Louis 20 July 2016

With deadly force! Thanks for sharing.

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Susan Williams 20 July 2016

For such an archaic poem, this reads very easy and smooth, but I wonder what is a hynde? A deer? A hound? Very stately and melancholy

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Fabrizio Frosini 06 August 2015

Francesco Petrarca, il più sommo degli artefici del Rinascimento..

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