- 1. Rime 08
If I, who am an abject, low-born woman,
Can bear within me such lofty fire,
Why should I not possess at least a little
Poetic power to tell it to the world?
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- 2. I Swear To You, Love, By Your Arrows
I swear to you, Love, by your arrows,
And by your powerful holy flame,
I care not if by one Iâ??m maimed,
My heart burned, wasted by the other:
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- 3. Sonetto Ii
DEEPLY repentant of my sinful ways
And of my trivial, manifold desires,
Of squandering, alas, these few brief days
Of fugitive life in tending love's vain fires.
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- 4. Rime 111
Place me where ocean breaks with angry roar,
Or where the waters lie serene and calm,
Place me wherever sun shoots sparks that scorch
Or where the ice pierces with sharpest pain,
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- 5. By Now So Sick Of Waiting
By now so sick of waiting, I'm by now
so beaten by the pain (by now the burn
won't stop and he forgets so quickly how
I trust in his return and how I yearn),
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- 6. Sonetto I
LADIES, who of my lord would fain be told,
Picture a gentle knight, full sweet to see,
Though young in years, in wisdom passing old,
Model of glory and of valiancy;
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