Sonnet: My Lady Poem by Dante Alighieri

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.
The look she hath when she a little smiles
Cannot be said, nor holden in the thought;
'Tis such a new and gracious miracle.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
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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