Selected Poems from Michelangelo Buonarroti by Michelangelo Buonarroti (9781150287046)
Michelangelo Buonarroti Release Date: 21 December 2009 Format: Paperback Pages: 148 Publisher: General Books ISBN: 9781150287046 ISBN-10: 1150287047
General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1885 Original Publisher: Lee and Shepard Subjects: Poetry / Continental European Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: IV. (seconda Lezione.) Perch' troppo molesta, Ancor che dolce sia, Quella merc che ? alma legar suole; Mie libert di questa Vostr' alta cortesia, Pi che d' un furto, si lamenta e duole. E com' occhio nel sole Disgrega suo virt, ch' esser dovrebbe Di maggior luce, s" a veder ne sprona; Cos '1 desir non vuole Zoppa la grazia in me, che da vo' crebbe. Ch '1 poco al troppo spesso s' abandona, Ne questo a quel perdona: C' amor vuol sol gli amici (onde son rari) Di fortuna e virt simili e pari. IV. (second Beading.) Lady, I trust it is not pride, But obligations so allied To favor that I seem to see In your exalted courtesy Infringement on my liberty. Oh rather injure me, than bind Such fetters on my free-born mind: Since the sun's radiance on the eye Shining in unblenched majesty, Should heighten, not o'erwlielin, the sight, But dazzles by excess of light, On me thus acts your presence bright; It charms, and yet its potent ray Unnerves my reason's wonted sway: Small virtue, when its path is crost By higher far, absorbed, is lost: They who too much bestow confound; With such there is no common ground; Therefore (though rarely to be found) Love wills that friends should equal be In virtue and in quality. Harford. V. A VITTOEIA COLONNA, MARCHESANA DI PESCARA. Oea in sul destro, ora in sul manco piede Variando, cerco della mia salute: Fra '1 vizio e la virtute II cor confuso mi travaglia e stanca; Come chi '1 ciel non vede, Che per ogni sentier si per...