Sonnet CLII.
Questa Fenice dell' aurata piuma. HE COMPARES HER TO THE PHOENIX. This wondrous Phoenix with the golden plumes Forms without art so rare a ring to deck That beautiful and soft and snowy neck, That every heart it melts, and mine consumes: Forms, too, a natural diadem which lights The air around, whence Love with silent steel Draws liquid subtle fire, which still I feel Fierce burning me though sharpest winter bites; Border'd with azure, a rich purple vest, Sprinkled with roses, veils her shoulders fair: Rare garment hers, as grace unique, alone! Fame, in the opulent and odorous breast Of Arab mountains, buries her sole lair, Who in our heaven so high a pitch has flown. MACGREGOR.
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"Questa Fenice dell' aurata piuma...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) delivers a powerful performance in "Sonnet CLII."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...