Elegiac sonnets. Volume 1 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET XIV. FROM PETRARCH. LOOSE to the wind her golden tresses stream'd, [Note:] SONNET XIV. Line 1. Erano i capei d'oro all aura sparsi. Sonnetto 69. Parte primo.          Forming bright waves, with amorous Zephyr's sighs;          And tho' averted now, her charming eyes Then with warm love, and melting pity beam'd. Was I deceiv'd? Ah! surely, nymph divine!          That fine suffusion on thy cheek was love;          What wonder then those beauteous tints should move, Should this heart, this tender heart of mine! Thy soft melodious voice, thy air, thy shape,          Were of a goddess not a mortal maid;          Yet tho' thy charms, thy heavenly charms should fade; My heart, my tender heart could not escape;          Nor cure for me in time or change be found:          The shaft extracted, does not cure the wound!  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION