The Garland And The Girdle.
Quanta si gode, lieta. What joy hath yon glad wreath of flowers that is Around her golden hair so deftly twined, Each blossom pressing forward from behind, As though to be the first her brows to kiss! The livelong day her dress hath perfect bliss, That now reveals her breast, now seems to bind: And that fair woven net of gold refined Rests on her cheek and throat in happiness! Yet still more blissful seems to me the band Gilt at the tips, so sweetly doth it ring And clasp the bosom that it serves to lace: Yea, and the belt to such as understand, Bound round her waist, saith: here I'd ever cling.-- What would my arms do in that girdle's place?
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"Quanta si gode, lieta...."
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "The Garland And The Girdle."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...