Sonnet CX.
Come talora al caldo tempo suole. HE LIKENS HIMSELF TO THE INSECT WHICH, FLYING INTO ONE'S EYES, MEETS ITS DEATH. As when at times in summer's scorching heats. Lured by the light, the simple insect flies, As a charm'd thing, into the passer's eyes, Whence death the one and pain the other meets, Thus ever I, my fatal sun to greet, Rush to those eyes where so much sweetness lies That reason's guiding hand fierce Love defies, And by strong will is better judgment beat. I clearly see they value me but ill, And, for against their torture fails my strength. That I am doom'd my life to lose at length: But Love so dazzles and deludes me still, My heart their pain and not my loss laments, And blind, to its own death my soul consents. MACGREGOR.
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"Come talora al caldo tempo suole...."
This evocative piece by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch), titled "Sonnet CX.", 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...