Canzone Xx Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDACDAAEFEFGG HIJHIJJFFFFKK FLAFMAANONOPP FQRFQRRSLSLTT UVFOWFFWFWXYY ZA2FZA2FFKFKFLL B2FJB2FJJC2JC2JD2D2 FAAFFE2E2 B| Ben mi credea passar mio tempo omai | A |
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| HE CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT SEEING HER BUT WOULD NOT DIE THAT HE MAY STILL LOVE HER | B |
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| As pass'd the years which I have left behind | C |
| To pass my future years I fondly thought | D |
| Amid old studies with desires the same | A |
| But from my lady since I fail to find | C |
| The accustom'd aid the work himself has wrought | D |
| Let Love regard my tempter who became | A |
| Yet scarce I feel the shame | A |
| That at my age he makes me thus a thief | E |
| Of that bewitching light | F |
| For which my life is steep'd in cureless grief | E |
| In youth I better might | F |
| Have ta'en the part which now I needs must take | G |
| For less dishonour boyish errors make | G |
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| Those sweet eyes whence alone my life had health | H |
| Were ever of their high and heavenly charms | I |
| So kind to me when first my thrall begun | J |
| That as a man whom not his proper wealth | H |
| But some extern yet secret succour arms | I |
| I lived with them at ease offending none | J |
| Me now their glances shun | J |
| As one injurious and importunate | F |
| Who poor and hungry did | F |
| Myself the very act in better state | F |
| Which I in others chid | F |
| From mercy thus if envy bar me be | K |
| My amorous thirst and helplessness my plea | K |
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| In divers ways how often have I tried | F |
| If reft of these aught mortal could retain | L |
| E'en for a single day in life my frame | A |
| But ah my soul which has no rest beside | F |
| Speeds back to those angelic lights again | M |
| And I though but of wax turn to their flame | A |
| Planting my mind's best aim | A |
| Where less the watch o'er what I love is sure | N |
| As birds i' th' wild wood green | O |
| Where less they fear will sooner take the lure | N |
| So on her lovely mien | O |
| Now one and now another look I turn | P |
| Wherewith at once I nourish me and burn | P |
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| Strange sustenance upon my death I feed | F |
| And live in flames a salamander rare | Q |
| And yet no marvel as from love it flows | R |
| A blithe lamb 'mid the harass'd fleecy breed | F |
| Whilom I lay whom now to worst despair | Q |
| Fortune and Love as is their wont expose | R |
| Winter with cold and snows | R |
| With violets and roses spring is rife | S |
| And thus if I obtain | L |
| Some few poor aliments of else weak life | S |
| Who can of theft complain | L |
| So rich a fair should be content with this | T |
| Though others live on hers if nought she miss | T |
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| Who knows not what I am and still have been | U |
| From the first day I saw those beauteous eyes | V |
| Which alter'd of my life the natural mood | F |
| Traverse all lands explore each sea between | O |
| Who can acquire all human qualities | W |
| There some on odours live by Ind's vast flood | F |
| Here light and fire are food | F |
| My frail and famish'd spirit to appease | W |
| Love more or nought bestow | F |
| With lordly state low thrift but ill agrees | W |
| Thou hast thy darts and bow | X |
| Take with thy hands my not unwilling breath | Y |
| Life were well closed with honourable death | Y |
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| Pent flames are strongest and if left to swell | Z |
| Not long by any means can rest unknown | A2 |
| This own I Love and at your hands was taught | F |
| When I thus silent burn'd you knew it well | Z |
| Now e'en to me my cries are weary grown | A2 |
| Annoy to far and near so long that wrought | F |
| O false world O vain thought | F |
| O my hard fate where now to follow thee | K |
| Ah from what meteor light | F |
| Sprung in my heart the constant hope which she | K |
| Who armour'd with your might | F |
| Drags me to death binds o'er it as a chain | L |
| Yours is the fault though mine the loss and pain | L |
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| Thus bear I of true love the pains along | B2 |
| Asking forgiveness of another's debt | F |
| And for mine own whose eyes should rather shun | J |
| That too great light and to the siren's song | B2 |
| My ears be closed though scarce can I regret | F |
| That so sweet poison should my heart o'errun | J |
| Yet would that all were done | J |
| That who the first wound gave my last would deal | C2 |
| For if I right divine | J |
| It were best mercy soon my fate to seal | C2 |
| Since not a chance is mine | J |
| That he may treat me better than before | D2 |
| 'Tis well to die if death shut sorrow's door | D2 |
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| My song with fearless feet | F |
| The field I keep for death in flight were shame | A |
| Myself I needs must blame | A |
| For these laments tears sighs and death to meet | F |
| Such fate for her is sweet | F |
| Own slave of Love whose eyes these rhymes may catch | E2 |
| Earth has no good that with my grief can match | E2 |
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| MACGREGOR | B |
Francesco Petrarca (petrarch)
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