Sonnet XXII.
Pi di me lieta non si vede a terra. ON THE SAME SUBJECT. Than me more joyful never reach'd the shore A vessel, by the winds long tost and tried, Whose crew, late hopeless on the waters wide, To a good God their thanks, now prostrate, pour; Nor captive from his dungeon ever tore, Around whose neck the noose of death was tied, More glad than me, that weapon laid aside Which to my lord hostility long bore. All ye who honour love in poet strain, To the good minstrel of the amorous lay Return due praise, though once he went astray; For greater glory is, in Heaven's blest reign, Over one sinner saved, and higher praise, Than e'en for ninety-nine of perfect ways. MACGREGOR.
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"Pi di me lieta non si vede a terra...."
This evocative piece by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch), titled "Sonnet XXII.", 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...