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Sonnet: My Lady

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My lady carries love within her eyes;
All that she looks on is made pleasanter;
Upon her path men turn to gaze at her;
He whom she greeteth feels his heart to rise,
And droops is troubled visage, full of sighs,
And of his evil heart is then aware:
Hates loves, and pride becomes his worshipper.
O women, help to praise her in somewise.
Humbleness, and the hope that hopeth well,
By speech of hers into the mind are brought,

And who beholds is blessed oftenwhiles.
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Dr Antony Theodore 08 May 2020

My lady carries love within her eyes; All that she looks on is made pleasanter; Upon her path men turn to gaze at her; He whom she greeteth feels his heart to ris..Attraction, infatuation and love.

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Tom Billsborough 02 November 2018

beautiful thoughts but the translation suffers from being somewhat archaic. Better read in the Italian.

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Manonton Dalan 09 January 2016

it must be sonnet the type of poem 'written on those years... given that form to follow...it could be challenging. ...this is nice poem

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Ratnakar Mandlik 09 January 2016

This sonnet reminded me Lord Byrons, She Walks In Beauty. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.

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