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SONNET XXIII.

Yes, I beheld on earth angeuck grace,

And charms divine which mortals rarely see,
Such as both glad, and pain the memory;
Vain, light, unreal is all else I trace:

Tears I saw shower'd from those fine eyes apace,
Of which the sun oftimes might envious be;
Accents I heard sigh'd forth so movingly,
As to stay floods, or mountains to displace.

Love, and good-sense, firmness, with pity join'd,
And wailful grief a sweeter concert made
Than ever yet was poür'd on human ear:

And heav'n unto the musick so inclin'd,
That not a leaf was seen to stir the shade;
Such melody had fraught the winds, the atmosphere.

SONETTO XXIV,

12Ç.

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, . In qual parte del de f, in quäle idea
Era F esempio onde, Natura tolse
Quel bel viso leggiadro, in cV ella volse
Mostrar quaggiù, quanto lassù potea?

Qual ninfa in font i, in sehe mai qual dea>
Chiome a" oro st ßno all' aura sciolse?
Quand' un cor tante in virtuti accolse?
Benchè la somma è di mia morte rea.

Per divina bellezza indarno mira

Chi gli occhi di costei giàmmai non vide>
Come soavemente ella gli gira.

Non sa com1 Amor sana, e come ancide,
Chi non sa come dolce ella sospira,
E come dolce parla, e dolce ride.

SONNET XXIV.

Say from what part of heav'n 'twas Nature drew,
From what idea, that so perfect mould
To form such features, bidding us behold,
In charms below, what she above could do?

What fountain-nymph, what dryad-maid e'er threw
Upon the wind such tresses of pure gold?
What heart such num'rous virtues can unfold?
Although the chiefest all my fond hopes slew.

lie for celestial charms may look in vain,
Who has not seen my fair-one's radiant eyes,
And felt their glances pleasingly beguile.

How Love can heal his wounds, then wound again,
He only knows, who knows how sweet her sighs,
How sweet her converse, and how sweet her smile.

SONETTO XXV.

129.

Lieu ßori, e fetici, e ben nate erbe,
Che Madonna passando premer sole;
Piaggia, cK ascolti sue dolci parole,
E del bel piede alcun vestigio serbe;

Schietti arboscelli, & verdi frondi acerbe;
Amorosette, e pallide viole;
Ombrose selve, ove percote il sole,
Che vi fa сo suoi raggi alte, e superbe;

O soave contrada; opuroßume,

Che bagni 'l suo bel viso, e gli occhi chiari,
E prendi qualità dal vivo lume;

Quanto v" invidio gli atti onesti, e cari:
Non ßa in voi scoglio omai, ehe per costume
D' arder con la mia ßamma non гmpari.

SONNET XXV.

Gtay joyous blooms, and herbage glad with show'ri
O'er which my pensive fair was wont to stray!
You plain, who listen her melodious lay,
As her fair feet imprint your waste of flow'rs!

Ye shrubs so spruce; ye green, unfolding bow'rs;
Ye violets clad in am'rous, pale array;
You shadowy grove, gilded by beauty's ray,
Whose top made proud majestically tow'rs!

O, pleasant country! O, translucent stream,,
Bathing her lovely face, her eyes so clear,
While of their living light you catch the beam!

I envy ye her actions chaste, and dear:

No rock shall stud your soil, but what shall learn Henceforth with passion strong as mine to burn.

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