Del mar Tirreno alla sinistra riva.
THE FALL.
Upon the left shore of the Tyrrhene sea,
Where, broken by the winds, the waves complain,
Sudden I saw that honour'd green again,
Written for whom so many a page must be:
Love, ever in my soul his flame who fed,
Drew me with memories of those tresses fair;
Whence, in a rivulet, which silent there
Through long grass stole, I fell, as one struck dead.
Lone as I was, 'mid hills of oak and fir,
I felt ashamed; to heart of gentle mould
Blushes suffice: nor needs it other spur.
'Tis well at least, breaking bad customs old,
To change from eyes to feet: from these so wet
By those if milder April should be met.
MACGREGOR.
Sonnet Li
Francesco Petrarca (petrarch)
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Poem topics: change, green, heart, sea, soul, gentle, shore, grass, long, silent, flame, broken, april, love, I love you, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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