Ballata II.
Occhi miei lassi, mentre ch' io vi giro. HE INVITES HIS EYES TO FEAST THEMSELVES ON LAURA. My wearied eyes! while looking thus On that fair fatal face to us, Be wise, be brief, for--hence my sighs-- Already Love our bliss denies. Death only can the amorous track Shut from my thoughts which leads them back To the sweet port of all their weal; But lesser objects may conceal Our light from you, that meaner far In virtue and perfection are. Wherefore, poor eyes! ere yet appears, Already nigh, the time of tears, Now, after long privation past, Look, and some comfort take at last. MACGREGOR.
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"Occhi miei lassi, mentre ch' io vi giro...."
This evocative piece by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch), titled "Ballata II.", 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...