Love And Art.
S come nella penna. As pen and ink alike serve him who sings In high or low or intermediate style; As the same stone hath shapes both rich and vile To match the fancies that each master brings; So, my loved lord, within thy bosom springs Pride mixed with meekness and kind thoughts that smile: Whence I draw nought, my sad self to beguile, But what my face shows--dark imaginings. He who for seed sows sorrow, tears, and sighs, (The dews that fall from heaven, though pure and clear, From different germs take divers qualities) Must needs reap grief and garner weeping eyes; And he who looks on beauty with sad cheer, Gains doubtful hope and certain miseries.
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"S come nella penna...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni delivers a powerful performance in "Love And Art."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...