Sonnet CCVIII.
L' aura che 'l verde Lauro e l' aureo crine. HE PRAYS THAT HE MAY DIE BEFORE LAURA. The balmy gale, that, with its tender sigh, Moves the green laurel and the golden hair, Makes with its graceful visitings and rare The gazer's spirit from his body fly. A sweet and snow-white rose in hard thorns set! Where in the world her fellow shall we find? The glory of our age! Creator kind! Grant that ere hers my death shall first be met. So the great public loss I may not see, The world without its sun, in darkness left, And from my desolate eyes their sole light reft, My mind with which no other thoughts agree, Mine ears which by no other sound are stirr'd Except her ever pure and gentle word. MACGREGOR.
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"L' aura che 'l verde Lauro e l' aureo crine...."
This evocative piece by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch), titled "Sonnet CCVIII.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...