Sonnet XXXII.
S' amore o morte non d qualche stroppio. HE ASKS FROM A FRIEND THE LOAN OF THE WORKS OF ST. AUGUSTIN. If Love or Death no obstacle entwine With the new web which here my fingers fold, And if I 'scape from beauty's tyrant hold While natural truth with truth reveal'd I join, Perchance a work so double will be mine Between our modern style and language old, That (timidly I speak, with hope though bold) Even to Rome its growing fame may shine: But, since, our labour to perfct at last Some of the blessed threads are absent yet Which our dear father plentifully met, Wherefore to me thy hands so close and fast Against their use? Be prompt of aid and free, And rich our harvest of fair things shall be. MACGREGOR.
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"S' amore o morte non d qualche stroppio...."
This evocative piece by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch), titled "Sonnet XXXII.", 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...