The First Canzone Of The Convito. From The Italian Of Dante Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCDDEFGHIJ KLMLK JNOOPQQ GFRSGTUIVIWX Y XEXZZA2B2C2A2D2I DUE2UDE2F2G2G2

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Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven moveB
Hear the discourse which is within my heartC
Which cannot be declared it seems so newD
The Heaven whose course follows your power and artC
Oh gentle creatures that ye are me drewD
And therefore may I dare to speak to youD
Even of the life which now I live and yetE
I pray that ye will hear me when I cryF
And tell of mine own heart this noveltyG
How the lamenting Spirit moans in itH
And how a voice there murmurs against herI
Who came on the refulgence of your sphereJ
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A sweet Thought which was once the life withinK
This heavy heart man a time and oftL
Went up before our Father's feet and thereM
It saw a glorious Lady throned aloftL
And its sweet talk of her my soul did winK
So that I said 'Thither I too will fare '-
That Thought is fled and one doth now appearJ
Which tyrannizes me with such fierce stressN
That my heart trembles ye may see it leapO
And on another Lady bids me keepO
Mine eyes and says Who would have blessednessP
Let him but look upon that Lady's eyesQ
Let him not fear the agony of sighsQ
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This lowly Thought which once would talk with meG
Of a bright seraph sitting crowned on highF
Found such a cruel foe it died and soR
My Spirit wept the grief is hot even nowS
And said Alas for me how swift could fleeG
That piteous Thought which did my life consoleT
And the afflicted one questioningU
Mine eyes if such a Lady saw they neverI
And why they wouldV
I said 'Beneath those eyes might stand for everI
He whom regards must kill withW
To have known their power stood me in little steadX
Those eyes have looked on me and I am dead '-
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'Thou art not dead but thou hast wanderedY
Thou Soul of ours who thyself dost fret '-
A Spirit of gentle Love beside me saidX
For that fair Lady whom thou dost regretE
Hath so transformed the life which thou hast ledX
Thou scornest it so worthless art thou madeZ
And see how meek how pitiful how staidZ
Yet courteous in her majesty she isA2
And still call thou her Woman in thy thoughtB2
Her whom if thou thyself deceivest notC2
Thou wilt behold decked with such lovelinessA2
That thou wilt cry Love only Lord lo hereD2
Thy handmaiden do what thou wilt with herI
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My song I fear that thou wilt find but fewD
Who fitly shall conceive thy reasoningU
Of such hard matter dost thou entertainE2
Whence if by misadventure chance should bringU
Thee to base company as chance may doD
Quite unaware of what thou dost containE2
I prithee comfort thy sweet self againF2
My last delight tell them that they are dullG2
And bid them own that thou art beautifulG2

Percy Bysshe Shelley



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