The Sonnets of Michael Angelo BuonarrotiThomas B. Mosher, 1903 - 102 strani |
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amor birth blest bliss born breast bright burns CAVALIERI Cecchino celestial cheer clasp DANTE ALIGHIERI Dear Lord DEATH OF VITTORIA delight desire divine Donato Giannotti doth earth fain feel fierce fire flame flesh Florence frail gift GIORGIO VASARI Give back glow God's grace grief Guasti hath heart heaven HEAVEN-BORN BEAUTY hope JULIUS II lady light live love thee loved lord loveliness LUIGI DEL RICCIO Madrigal meco Michael Angelo Michelagniolo Buonarroti Michelangelo the younger MONSIGNOR mortal beauty neath Night nought occhi pain Paradise perchance pine Pistoja Platonic pure quatrain Ragusa READING A PRAYER READING LOVE'S Rome SECOND READING seek shun sighs Signor soar SONNETS OF MICHAEL soul spirit splendour Stanford University stone sweet Symonds tears terzet thine eyes things thought thy beauty thy face thy fair face Tivoli Tommaso unto Urbino Varchi VITTORIA COLONNA weep whence wings
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Stran 74 - Which made my soul the worshipper and thrall Of earthly art, is vain ; how criminal Is that which all men seek unwillingly. Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed, What are they when the double death is nigh ? The one I know for sure, the other dread.
Stran 7 - I've grown a goitre by dwelling in this den — As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy, •Or in what other land they hap to be — Which drives the belly close beneath the chin : My beard turns up to heaven ; my nape falls in, Fixed on my spine : my breast-bone visibly Grows like a harp : a rich embroidery Bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin.
Stran 70 - When my rude hammer to the stubborn stone Gives human shape, now that, now this, at will. Following his hand who wields and guides it still. It moves upon another's feet alone. But...
Stran 17 - ... doth try To shape a face, both brain and hand unite To give, from a mere model frail and slight, Life to the stone by Art's free energy. Thus too before the painter dares to ply Paint-brush or canvas, he is wont to write Sketches on scraps of paper, and invite Wise minds to judge his figured history. So, born a model rude and mean to be Of my poor self, I gain a nobler birth, Lady, from you, you fountain of all worth! Each overplus and each deficiency You will make good. What penance then is...
Stran 6 - HERE helms and swords are made of chalices : 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.
Stran 4 - No tongue can tell of him what should be told, For on blind eyes his splendour shines too strong; 'Twere easier to blame those who wrought him wrong, Than sound his least praise with a mouth of gold. He to explore the place of pain was bold, Then soared to God, to teach our souls by song; The gates heaven oped to bear his feet along, Against his just desire his country rolled. Thankless I call her, and to her own pain The nurse of fell mischance; for sign take this, That ever to the best she deals...
Stran 28 - Nay ! prithee tell me, Love ! when I behold My Lady, do mine eyes her beauty see In truth, or dwells that loveliness in me Which multiplies her grace a thousandfold ? Thou needs must know, — for thou with her of old Comest to stir my soul's tranquillity ; Yet would I not seek one sigh less, or be By loss of that loved flame more simply cold. — " The beauty thou discernest...
Stran 75 - The fables of the world have filched away The time I had for thinking upon God ; His grace lies buried 'neath oblivion's sod, Whence springs an evil crop of sins alway. What makes another wise, leads me astray, Slow to discern the bad path I have trod : Hope fades ; but still desire ascends that God May free me from self-love, my sure decay. Shorten half-way my road to heaven from earth ? Dear Lord, I...
Stran 3 - From heaven his spirit came, and robed in clay The realms of justice and of mercy trod, Then rose a living man to gaze on God, That he might make the truth as clear as day.
Stran 69 - IT must be right sometimes to entertain Chaste love with hope not over-credulous ; Since if all human loves were impious, Unto what end did God the world ordain ? If I love thee and bend beneath thy reign, 'Tis for the sake of beauty glorious Which in thine eyes divine is stored for us, And drives all evil thought from its domain. That is not love whose tyranny we own In loveliness that every moment dies : Which like the face it worships, fades away : True love is that which the pure heart hath known,...