After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. Love's Triumph Over Death.
Quand' el ministro de' sospir. When she who was the source of all my sighs, Fled from the world, herself, my straining sight, Nature who gave us that unique delight, Was sunk in shame, and we had weeping eyes. Yet shall not vauntful Death enjoy this prize, This sun of suns which then he veiled in night; For Love hath triumphed, lifting up her light On earth and mid the saints in Paradise. What though remorseless and impiteous doom Deemed that the music of her deeds would die, And that her splendour would be sunk in gloom, The poet's page exalts her to the sky With life more living in the lifeless tomb, And death translates her soul to reign on high.
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Exploring the themes of classical-poetry, Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni delivers a powerful performance in "After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. Love's Triumph Over Death."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...