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INDEX OF FIRST LINES - Francesco Petrarch, Some Love Songs [1915]

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Some Love Songs of Petrarch, translated and annotated with a Biographical Introduction by William Dudley Foulke (Oxford University Press, 1915).

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Italian

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A qualunque animale alberga in terra138
Amor et io si pien’ di meraviglia163
Amor, se vuo’ ch’ i’ torni al giogo antico176
Beato in sogno, e di languir contento168
Chiare, fresche e dolci acque158
Deh qual pietà, qual angel fu sì presto185
Di pensier in pensier, di monte in monte155
Dolce mio caro e precïoso pegno185
Due rose fresche e còlte in paradiso135
E perchè un poco nel parlar mi sfogo140
Era il giorno ch’al sol si scoloraro130
Erano i capei d’oro a l’aura sparsi167
Fiamma dal ciel su le tue treccie piova45
Fuggendo la pregione ove Amor m’ebbe151
Gentil mia donna, i’ veggio142
Già fiammeggiava l’amorosa stella141
Il dì che costei nacque, eran le stelle180
Il mio adversario, in cui veder solete134
In mezzo di duo amanti, onesta, altera136
In nobil sangue vita umile e queta165
In qual parte del ciel, in quale idea163
Io son sì stanco sotto il fascio antico148
Italia mia, ben che ’l parlar sia indarno101
Ite, rime dolenti, al duro sasso183
I’ vidi in terra angelici costumi162
I’ vo pensando, e nel penser m’ assale115
I’ vo piangendo i miei passati tempi187
La bella donna che cotanto amavi147
La donna che ’l mio cor nel viso porta145
L’ardente nodo ov’ io fui d’ ora in ora109
L’aspetto sacro de la terra vostra145
Lassare il velo o per sole o per ombra130
Levommi il mio penser in parte ov’ era186
Li angeli eletti, e l’anime beate187
Liete e pensose, accompagnate e sole205
Mille fïate, o dolce mia guerrera132
Ne la stagion che ’l ciel rapido inchina140
Nè per sereno ciel ir vaghe stelle174
Non al suo amante più Dïana piacque133
Non come fiamma, che per forza è spenta195
Nova angeletta sovra l’ale accorta133
Occhi miei, oscurato è ’l nostro sole172
Oimè il bel viso, oimè il soave sguardo170
Orso, e’ non furon mai fiumi nè stagni131
Or vedi, Amor, che giovenetta donna134
Ovunque gli occhi volgo157
Pace non trovo, e non ho da far guerra125, 166
Padre del ciel; dopo i perduti giorni146
Passa la nave mia colma d’oblio149
Per ch’ al viso d’Amor portava insegna150
Per mezz’ i boschi inospiti e selvaggi154
Poi che voi et io più volte abbiam provato148
Pommi ove ’l sole occide i fiori e l’erba161
Qual paura ho quando mi torna a mente169
Quando fra l’ altre donne ad ora ad ora137
Quando giunse a Simon l’alto concetto151
Quanta invidia io ti porto, avara terra171
Quanto più m’avicino al giorno extremo165
Quel ch’ infinita providenzia et arte213
Quel rosigniuol, che sì soave piagne182
Quel vago impallidir, che ’l dolce riso153
Qui riposan quei caste e felici ossa211
Real natura, angelico intelletto207
Ripensando a quel ch’ oggi il cielo onora184
Rotta è l’alta colonna e ’l verde lauro173
S’amor non è, che dunque è quel ch’ io sento?123
Se ’l pensier che mi strugge157
Sento l’aura mia antica, e i dolci colli175
S’ io avesse pensato che sì care178
Solea de la fontana di mia vita179
Solea lontana in sonno consolarme170
Spirto gentil che quelle membra reggi99
Stiamo, Amor, a veder la gloria nostra164
Tacer non posso, e temo non adopre180
Tutta la mia fiorita e verde etade175
Una candida cerva sopra l’erba202
Una Donna più bella assai che ’l sole106
Vago augelletto che cantando vai183
Vergine bella, che di sol vestita188
Voi ch’ ascoltate in rime sparse il suono194
Volgendo gli occhi al mio novo colore152
Zefiro torna, e ’l bel tempo rimena124, 125, 173

English

A fire from heaven rain upon thy head45
A lady fairer far than is the day106
A thousand times to make my peace I sought132
A wondrous little angel, wise of wing133
After long years, escaping from the cell151
Again with gladsome feet Zephyr returns173
Ah, that sweet face! Alas! that soft regard170
An equal flame over our hearts did steal111
At last my blossoming and vernal age175
Bearing love’s ensigns on her shining face150
Because I must a little ease my pain140
Broken the column tall and laurel green173
Choice Spirit! that dost stir the mortal clay99
Clear, fresh, sweet waters158
Father in heaven, lo! these wasted days146
Flung to the breezes was her golden hair167
From fancy unto fancy, peak to peak155
From my life’s fountain I was wont to stray179
Go, mourning rhymes, unto the senseless stone183
Had I but known how welcome were the rhymes178
Happy in dreams; content in languishing168
He showed no grace to Rome when He was born213
Here do repose those chaste and blessed bones211
Here upon earth I saw those heavenly charms162
I am so weary of the heavy load148
I feel the soft breeze on my cheek; I see175
I find no peace, and all my warre is done125
I find no peace, yet am not armed for war166
I go lamenting all my wasted days187
If love it is not, what is this I feel123
If no love is, O God, what fele I so123
If thou would’st bend me to thy yoke anew176
In what bright spot of heaven did it bide163
It was a royal heart, a noble mind207
It was the day when the sun’s heavy rays130
Lady, I have not seen you draw aside130
Look, God of Love! a woman young and fair134
Love, let us stand our glory to behold164
My bark the raging surges overwhelm149
My glittering rival in whose fickle face134
My Italy! though speech may be in vain101
My lady stood between her lovers twain136
My love was wont to comfort me in dreams.170
Neither the stars that wander through the sky174
Not like a flame that by the wind is spent195
O eyes of mine, our sun is dark to-day172
O gentle lady mine142
O love! we need no further marvel seek163
O pledge of mine, precious and sweet and dear185
O sordid earth, what envy do I bear171
O Virgin fair, who in the sun arrayed188
Only of her, living or dead I sing106
Orso, there never was a pool nor stream131
O ye who hear in these my scattered rhymes194
Put me where all things wither in the sun161
She whom I seek, no more on earth abides186
Since you and I full many a proof can bring148
That nightingale who doth so softly mourn182
That pallid hue, which clothed her gentle smile153
The closer I draw near that final day165
The chosen angels and the spirits blest187
The day that she was born, those stars did shine180
The lady fair whom thou didst greatly love147
The lady who holds my heart in her fair face145
The sacred face of your dear land I see145
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings125
The star of Love already was ablaze141
Thou little wandering bird of plaintive lay183
Thoughtful I go, and in my communings115
Through forests inhospitable and drear154
Tranquil and meek her life, noble her blood165
Turning your eyes upon that ashen hue152
Two roses fresh that grew in Paradise135
Unto whatever creature dwells on earth138
What pitying soul, what angel kind and fleet185
When all unclad, within the waters cool133
When, day by day, midst other women fair137
When I do think on her fair countenance184
Where’er I turn mine eyes157
While Simon mastered his conception high151
With what keen dread do I recall the day169
Ye dames, who go conversing on your way205

Printed in England.