The Sonnets of Michael Angelo BuonarrotiT. B. Mosher, 1901 - 102 strani |
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amor assail birth blest bliss born breast bright burns CAVALIERI Cecchino celestial cheer clasp courtesy DANTE ALIGHIERI Dear Lord DEATH OF VITTORIA delight desire divine Donato Giannotti doth earth fain fervent fierce fire flame flesh Florence frail gift GIORGIO VASARI Give back glow God's grace grief hath heart heaven hope JULIUS II lady last line light living Love hath love thee LOVE'S loved lord loveliness LUIGI DEL RICCIO Madrigal meco Messer Giorgio Michael Angelo Michelagniolo Buonarroti Michelangelo the younger MONSIGNOR mortal beauty neath Night nought occhi pain Paradise perchance pine Pistoja Platonic PRAYER pure quatrain Ragusa Rome SECOND READING seek seems shun sighs Signor soar SONNETS OF MICHAEL soul spirit splendour stone sweet Symonds ta'en tears terzet thine eyes things thought thy beauty thy face thy fair face Tommaso unto Urbino Varchi VITTORIA COLONNA weep whence wings
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Stran 7 - Crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow: Whence false and quaint, I know, Must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye; For ill can aim the gun that bends awry. Come then, Giovanni, try To succour my dead pictures and my fame; Since foul I fare and painting is my shame.
Stran 100 - molti, donna. * Lady, for joy of lovers numberless Thou wast created fair as angels are. Sure God hath fallen asleep in heaven afar, When one man calls the bliss of many his! Give back to streaming eyes The daylight of thy face that seems to shun Those who must live defrauded of their
Stran 20 - can that be, lady, which all men learn By long experience ? Shapes that seem alive, Wrought in hard mountain marble, will survive Their maker, whom the years to dust return I Thus to effect cause yields. Art hath her turn, And triumphs over Nature. I, who strive With Sculpture, know this well
Stran 6 - The blood of Christ is sold so much the quart: His cross and thorns are spears and shields; and short Must be the time ere even His patience cease. Nay let Him come no more to raise the fees Of this foul sacrilege beyond report
Stran 101 - Vex not your pure desire with tears and sighs: For he who robs you of my light, hath none. Dwelling in fear, sin hath no happiness; Since amid those who love, their joy is less, Whose great desire great plenty still curtails, Than theirs who, poor, have hope that never fails.
Stran 73 - Dear Lord, I cannot even half-way rise Unless Thou help me on this pilgrimage. Teach me to hate the world so little worth, And all the lovely things I clasp and prize, That endless life, ere death, may be my wage.
Stran 20 - her wonders live In spite of time and death, those tyrants stern. So I can give long life to both of us In either way, by colour or by stone, Making the semblance of thy face and mine. Centuries hence when both are buried, thus
Stran 23 - Yet still more blissful seems to me the band, Gilt at the tips so sweetly doth it ring, And clasp the bosom that it serves to lace: Yea, and the belt, to such as understand, Bound round her waist, saith: Here I'd ever cling
Stran 101 - sonno. Sweet Is my sleep, but more to be mere stone, So long as ruin and dishonour reign; To bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain; Then wake me not, speak in an
Stran 35 - With such delight, such savour, and so well, That both to one sole end their wills combine; If thousands of these thoughts, all thought outgoing, Fail the least part of their firm love to tell: Say, can mere angry spite this knot untwine ? 35