The Early Italian Poets (Revise Proof Pages) Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1 Published with permission of Iziko Museums of Cape Town The Early Italian Poets Dante Gabriel Rossetti Smith, Elder, and Co. J. Whittingham, Chiswick Press London 1861 This is a partial set of the revise proofs for the first edition. [i-iv], pp. 59-60, 67-68, 103-104, 449-464 DGR Albert and Shirley Small Special Collections Library, University of Virginia PR5244 .E3 1861b Commentary
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THE EARLY ITALIAN POETS.

blank page THE EARLY ITALIAN POETS FROM CIULLO D'ALCAMO TO DANTE ALIGHIERI (1100-1200-1300) IN THE ORIGINAL METRES TOGETHER WITH DANTE'S VITA NUOVA TRANSLATED BY D. G. ROSSETTI Part I. Poets chiefly before Dante Part II. Dante and his Circle LONDON: SMITH, ELDER AND CO. 65, CORNHILL. 1861.

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blank page <hi rend="center">II.</hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="sc">Canzone.</hi> </hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="i">After six years' Service he renounces his Lady</hi>.</hi> I laboured these six years For thee, thou bitter sweet; Yea, more than it is meet That speech should now rehearse Or song should rhyme to thee; But love gains never aught From thee, by depth or length; Unto thine eyes such strength And calmness thou hast taught, That I say wearily:— “The child is most like me, Who thinks in the clear stream To catch the round flat moon And draw it all a-dripping unto him,— Who fancies he can take into his hand The flame o' the lamp, but soon Screams and is nigh to swoon At the sharp heat his flesh may not withstand.” Though it be late to learn How sore I was possest, Yet do I count me blest, Because I still can spurn This thrall which is so mean. For when a man, once sick, Has got his health anew, The fever which boil'd through His veins, and made him weak, Is as it had not been. For all that I had seen, Thy spirit, like thy face, More excellently shone Than precious crystals in an untrod place. Go to: thy worth is but as glass, the cheat, Which, to gaze thereupon, Seems crystal, even as one, But only is a cunning counterfeit. Foil'd hope has made me mad, As one who, playing high, Thought to grow rich thereby, And loses what he had. Yet I can now perceive How true the saying is That says: “If one turn back Out of an evil track Through loss which has been his, He gains, and need not grieve.” To me now, by your leave, But when I turn'd about Saying, “God keep you well!”— As she look'd up I thought Her lips that were quite pale Strove much to speak, but she Had not half strength enough: My own dear graceful love Would not let go of me. I am not so far, sweet maid, That now the old love's unfelt: I believe Tristram had No such love for Yseult: And when I see your eyes And feel your breath again, I shall forget this pain And my whole heart will rise. <hi rend="center">II.</hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="sc">Canzonetta.</hi> </hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="i">To his Lady, in Spring</hi>.</hi> To see the green returning To stream-side, garden, and meadow,— To hear the birds give warning, (The laughter of sun and shadow Awaking them full of revel,) It puts me in strength to carol A music measured and level, This grief in joy to apparel; For the deaths of lovers are evil. Love is a foolish riot, And to be loved is a burden; Who loves and is loved in quiet Has all the world for his guerdon. Ladies on him take pity Who for their sake hath trouble: Yet, if any heart be a city From Love embarrèd double, Thereof is a joyful ditty. Hart-hounds, hare-hounds, and blood-hounds even so; And o'er that realm, a crown for Niccolò Whose praise in Siena springs from lip to lip. Tingoccio, Atuin di Togno, and Ancaiàn, Bartolo and Mugaro and Faënot, Who well might pass for children of King Ban, Courteous and valiant more than Lancelot,— To each, God speed! How worthy every man To hold high tournament in Camelot.

forts, in the same pursuits of which Folgore treats, areimagined for the prodigals; each sonnet, too, being composedwith the same terminations in its rhymes as the correspond- ing one among his. They would seem to have been writtenafter the ruin of the club, as a satirical prophecy of the yearto succeed the golden one. But this second series, thoughsometimes laughable, not having the poetical merit of the first, I have not included it.

My translations of Folgore's sonnets were made from theversions given in the forlorn Florentine collection of 1816,where editorial incompetence walks naked and not ashamed,indulging indeed in gambols as of Punch, and words whichno voice but his could utter. Not till my book was in theprinter's hands, did I meet with Nannucci's Manuale del PrimoSecolo (1843), and am sorry that it is too late to avail myselfof lights cast here and there by him on dark passages throughwhich I had groped as I could. Nor is it only in these son-nets that his suggestions might have done me serivce, thoughfortunately the instances are never of much importance.

 <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="c">JANUARY</hi>.</hi> For January I give you vests of skins, And mighty fires in hall, and torches lit; Chambers and happy beds with all things fit; Smooth silken sheets, rough furry counterpanes; And sweetmeats baked; and one that deftly spins Warm arras; and Douay cloth, and store of it; And on this merry manner still to twit The wind, when most his mastery the wind wins. Or issuing forth at seasons in the day, Ye'll fling soft handfuls of the fair white snow Among the damsels standing round, in play: And when you all are tired and all aglow, Indoors again the court shall hold its sway, And the free Fellowship continue so. GG

chosen for their beauty alone. Two of these relateto Maria d'Aquino, the lady whom, in his writings,he calls Fiammetta.

The last has a playful charm very characteristic ofthe author of the <xref doc="a.boccaccio001.rad">Decameron</xref> ; while its beauty ofcolour (to our modern minds, privileged to reviewthe whole pageant of Italian Art,) might recall thepainted pastorals of Giorgione.

<hi rend="center">IV.</hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="i">Of Fiammetta singing</hi>.</hi> Love steer'd my course, while yet the sun rode high, On Scylla's waters to a myrtle-grove: The heaven was still and the sea did not move; Yet now and then a little breeze went by Stirring the tops of trees against the sky: And then I heard a song as glad as love, So sweet that never yet the like thereof Was heard in any mortal company. “A nymph, a goddess, or an angel sings Unto herself, within this chosen place, Of ancient loves;” so said I at that sound. And there my lady, 'mid the shadowings Of myrtle-trees, 'mid flowers and grassy space, Singing I saw, with others who sat round. <hi rend="center">V.</hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="i">Of his last sight of Fiammetta</hi>.</hi> Round her red garland and her golden hair I saw a fire about Fiammetta's head; Thence to a little cloud I watch'd it fade, Than silver or than gold more brightly fair; And like a pearl that a gold ring doth bear, Even so an angel sat therein, who sped Alone and glorious throughout heaven, array'd In sapphires and in gold that lit the air. Then I rejoiced as hoping happy things, Who rather should have then discern'd how God Had haste to make my lady all his own, Even as it came to pass. And with these stings Of sorrow, and with life's most weary load I dwell, who fain would be where she is gone. <hi rend="center">VI.</hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="i">Of three Girls and of their Talk</hi>.</hi> By a clear well, within a little field Full of green grass and flowers of every hue, Sat three young girls, relating (as I knew) Their loves. And each had twined a bough to shield Her lovely face; and the green leaves did yield The golden hair their shadow; while the two Sweet colours mingled, both blown lightly through With a soft wind for ever stirr'd and still'd. After a little while one of them said, (I heard her,) “Think! If, ere the next hour struck, Each of our lovers should come here to-day, Think you that we should fly or feel afraid?” To whom the others answer'd, “From such luck A girl would be a fool to run away.”

I have now, as far as I know, exhausted all thematerials most available for my selections, amongthose which exist in print. I have never visited Italyand enjoyed the opportunity of making my own re-searches in the libraries there for everything whichmight belong to my subject. Some day I still hopeto do so, and then to enrich this series, especially asregards its second division, with an appendix ofvaluable matter which is as yet beyond my reach.

THE END .

blank page. <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="c">INDEX OF FIRST LINES.</hi> </hi> <lb/> <hi rend="center"> <hi rend="i"> <hi rend="c">(ENGLISH AND ITALIAN.)</hi> </hi> </hi> A certain youthful lady in Thoulouse Una giovine donna di Tolosa . . . . . . 336 A day agone as I rode sullenly Cavalcando l'altrier per un cammino . . . . . 236 A fresh content of fresh enamouring Novella gioia e nova innamoranza . . . . . . 149 A gentle thought there is will often start Gentil pensiero che parla di vui . . . . . . . 301 A lady in whom love is manifest La bella donna dove Amor si mostra . . . . . 356 Alas for me who loved a falcon well Tapina me che amava uno sparviero . . . . . . 181 Albeit my prayers have not so long delayed Avvegna ched io m'aggio più per tempo . . . . . 382 A little wild bird sometimes at my ear Augelletto selvaggio per stagione . . . . . . . 186 All my thoughts always speak to me of Love Tutti li miei pensier parlan d'Amore . . . . . 244 All the whole world is living without war Tutto lo mondo vive senza guerra . . . . . . 13 All ye that pass along Love's trodden way O voi che per la via d'amor passate . . . . . . 231 Along the road all shapes must travel by Per quella via che l'altre forme vanno . . . . . 434 A man should hold in very dear esteem Ogni uomo deve assai caro tenere . . . . . . 93 Among my thoughts I count it wonderful Pure a pensar mi par gran meraviglia . . . . . 31 Among the dancers I beheld her dance Alla danza la vidi danzare . . . . . . . . . 144 Among the faults we in that book descry Infra gli altri difetti del libello . . . . . . . 395 And every Wednesday as the swift days move Ogni Mercoledì corredo grande . . . . . . . 120 And in September O what keen delight Di Settembre vi do diletti tanti . . . . . . . 112 And now take thought my Sonnet who is he Sonetto mio, anda o' lo divisi . . . . . . . . 116 And on the morrow at first peep o' the day Alla domane al parere del giorno . . . . . . . 124 As I walked thinking through a little grove Passando con pensier per un boschetto . . . . . 179 As thou wert loth to see before thy feet Se non ti caggia la tua Santalena . . . . . . 362 A thing is in my mind Venuto m'è in talento . . . . . . . . . . 36 At whiles yea oftentimes I muse over Spesse fiate venemi alla mente . . . . . . . . 251 A very pitiful lady very young Donna pietosa e di novella etate . . . . . . . 269 Ay me alas the beautiful bright hair Ohimè lasso quelle treccie bionde . . . . . . . 391 Ballad since Love himself hath fashioned thee Ballata poi che ti compose Amore . . . . . . 427 Beauty in woman the high will's decree Beltà di donna e di saccente core . . . . . . . 330 Because I find not whom to speak withal Poich' io non trovo chi meco ragioni . . . . . . 321 Because I think not ever to return Perch' io non spero di tornar giammai . . . . . 364 Because mine eyes can never have their fill Poichè saziar non posso gli occhi miei . . . . . 314 Because ye made your backs your shields it came Guelfi per fare scudo delle reni . . . . . . . 99 Being in thought of love I chanced to see Era in pensier d' amor quand' io trovai . . . . . 337 Be stirring girls we ought to have a run State su donne che debbiam noi fare . . . . . . 177 Beyond the sphere which spreads to widest space Oltre la spera che più larga gira . . . . . . . 308 By a clear well within a little field Intorno ad una fonte in un pratello . . . . . . 450 By the long sojourning Per lunga dimoranza . . . . . . . . . . 88 Canst thou indeed be he that still would sing Sei tu colui ch' hai trattato sovente . . . . . . 265 Dante Alighieri a dark oracle Dante Alighieri son Minerva oscura . . . . . 447 Dante Alighieri Cecco your good friend Dante Alighier Cecco tuo servo ed amico . . . . 402 Dante Alighieri if I jest and lie Dante Alighier s' io son buon begolardo . . . . 422 Dante Alighieri in Becchina's praise Lassar vuol lo trovare di Becchina . . . . . . 411 Dante a sigh that rose from the heart's core Dante un sospiro messagger del core . . . . . . 342 Dante if thou within the sphere of Love Dante se tu nell' amorosa spera . . . . . . . 448 Dante since I from my own native place Poich' io fui Dante dal mio natal sito . . . . . 320 Dante whenever this thing happeneth Dante quando per caso s' abbandona . . . . . . 385 Death alway cruel Pity's foe in chief Morte villana di Pietà nemica . . . . . . . . 234 Death since I find not one with whom to grieve Morte poich' io non trovo a cui mi doglia . . . . 315 Death why hast thou made life so hard to bear Morte perchè m' hai fatto sì gran guerra . . . . 70 Do not conceive that I shall here recount Non intendiate ch' io qui le vi dica . . . . . . 151 Each lover's longing leads him naturally Naturalmente chere ogni amadore . . . . . . 381 Even as the day when it is yet at dawning Come lo giorno quando e al mattino . . . . . . 138 Even as the moon amid the stars doth shed Come le stelle sopra la Diana . . . . . . . . 146 Even as the others mock thou mockest me Con l' altre donne mia vista gabbate . . . . . . 247 Fair sir this love of ours Messer lo nostro amore . . . . . . . . . . 75 Flowers hast thou in thyself and foliage Avete in voi li fiori e la verdura . . . . . . . 329 For a thing done repentance is no good A cosa fatta già non val pentire . . . . . . . 415 For certain he hath seen all perfectness Vede perfettamente ogni salute . . . . . . . 281 For grief I am about to sing Di dolor mi conviene cantare . . . . . . . . 19 For January I give you vests of skins Io dono vai nel mese di Gennaio . . . . . . . 104 For July in Siena by the willow-tree Di Luglio in Siena sulla saliciata . . . . . . 110 For August be your dwelling thirty towers D'Agosto sì vi do trenta castella . . . . . . . 111 For no love borne by me Non per ben ch' io ti voglia . . . . . . . . 184 For Thursday be the tournament prepared Ed ogni Giovedì torniamento . . . . . . . . 121 Friend well I know thou knowest well to bear Amico saccio ben che sai limare . . . . . . . 351 Glory to God and to God's Mother chaste Lode di Dio e della Madre pura . . . . . . 435 Gramercy Death as you've my love to win Morte mercè sì ti priego e m' è in grato . . . . . 418 Guido an image of my lady dwells Una figura della donna mia . . . . . . . . 333 Guido I wish that Lapo thou and I Guido vorrei che tu e Lape ed io . . . . . . . 340 Guido that Gianni who a day agone Guido quel Gianni che a te fù l'altrieri . . . . 352 Hard is it for a man to please all men Greve puot' uom piacere a tutta gente . . . . . 33 He that has grown to wisdom hurries not Uomo ch' è saggio non corre leggiero . . . . . 30 Her face has made my life most proud and glad Lo viso mi fa andare allegramente . . . . . . 52 I am all bent to glean the golden ore Io mi son dato tutto a tragger oro . . . . . . 386 I am enamoured and yet not so much Io sono innamorato ma non tanto . . . . . . . 403 I am afar but near thee is my heart Lontan vi son ma presso v' è lo core . . . . . . 135 I am so passing rich in poverty Eo son si ricco della povertate . . . . . . . . 74 I am so out of love through poverty La povertà m' ha sì disamorato . . . . . . . 417 I come to thee by daytime constantly Io vegno il giorno a te infinite volte . . . . . . 358 I felt a spirit of Love begin to stir Io mi sentii svegliar dentro dal core . . . . . . 275 If any his own foolishness might see Chi conoscesse si la sua fallanza . . . . . . . 62 If any man would know the very cause Se alcun volesse la cagion savere . . . . . . . 32 If any one had anything to say Chi Messer Ugolin biasma o riprende . . . . . 142 If as thou say'st thy love tormented thee Se vi stringesse quanto dite amore . . . . . . 96 If Dante mourns there wheresoe'er he be Se Dante piange dove ch' el si sia . . . . . . 447 If I'd a sack of florins and all new S' io avessi un sacco di fiorini . . . . . . 407 If I entreat this lady that all grace S' io prego questa donna che pietate . . . . . . 347 If I were fire I'd burn the world away S' io fossi foco arderei lo mondo . . . . . . . 414 If I were still that man worthy to love S' io fossi quello che d'amor fù degno . . . . . 341 If thou hadst offered friend to blessed Mary Se avessi detto amico di Maria . . . . . . . 334 If you could see fair brother how dead beat Fratel se tu vedessi questa gente . . . . . . . 150 I give you horses for your games in May Di Maggio sì vi do molti cavagli . . . . . . . 108 I give you meadow-lands in April fair D'Aprile vi do la gentil campagna . . . . . . 107 I have it in my heart to serve God so Io m'aggio posto in core a Dio servire . . . . . 41 I hold him verily of mean emprise Tegno di folle impresa allo ver dire . . . . . . 28 I know not Dante in what refuge dwells Dante io non odo in qual albergo suoni . . . . . 322 I laboured these six years Sei anni ho travagliato . . . . . . . . . . 59 I look at the crisp golden-threaded hair Io miro i crespi e gli biondi capegli . . . . . . 162 I'm caught like any thrush the nets surprise Babbo Becchina Amore e mia madre . . . . . . 412 I'm full of everything I do not want Io ho tutte le cose ch' io non voglio . . . . . . 408 In February I give you gallant sport Di Febbraio vi dono bella caccia . . . . . . . 105 In March I give you plenteous fisheries Di Marzo sì vi do una peschiera . . . . . . . 106 In June I give you a close-wooded fell Di Giugno dovvi una montagnetta . . . . . . . 109 I play this sweet prelude Dolce cominciamento . . . . . . . . . . 133 I pray thee Dante shouldst thou meet with Love Se vedi Amore assai ti prego Dante . . . . . . 343 I thought to be for ever separate Io mi credea del tutto esser partito . . . . . . 319 I've jolliest merriment for Saturday E il Sabato diletto ed allegranza . . . . . . . 123 I was upon the high and blessed mound Io fui in sull' alto e in sul beato monte . . . . . 390 I would like better in the grace to be Io vorrei innanzi in grazia ritornare . . . . . . 419 Just look Manetto at that wry-mouthed minx Guarda Manetto quella sgrignutuzza . . . . . 361 Ladies that have intelligence of Love Donne che avete intelletto d'Amore . . . . . 255 Lady my wedded thought La mia amorosa mente . . . . . . . . . . 80 Lady of Heaven the Mother glorified Donna del cielo gloriosa madre . . . . . . . 73 Lady with all the pains that I can take Donna io forzeraggio lo podere . . . . . . . 131 Last All-Saints' holy-day even now gone by Di donne io vidi una gentile schiera . . . . . . 311 Last for December houses on the plain E di Dicembre una città in piano . . . . . . 115 Let baths and wine-butts be November's due E di Novembre petriuolo e il bagno . . . . . . 114 Let Friday be your highest hunting-tide Ed ogni Venerdì gran caccia e forte . . . . . . 122 Let not the inhabitants of hell despair Non si disperin quelli dello Inferno . . . . . . 420 Lo I am she who makes the wheel to turn Io son la donna che volgo la rota . . . . . . . 366 Love and the gentle heart are one same thing Amore e cor gentil son una cosa . . . . . . . 260 Love and the Lady Lagia Guido and I Amore e Monna Lagia e Guido ed io . . . . . 344 Love hath so long possessed me for his own Sì lungamente m' ha tenuto Amore . . . . . . 283 Love I demand to have my lady in fee Amore io chero mia donna in domino . . . . . 425 Love's pallor and the semblance of deep ruth Color d' amore e di pietà sembianti . . . . . . 297 Love steered my course while yet the Sun rode high Guidommi Amor ardendo ancora il Sole . . . . 449 Love taking leave my heart then leaveth me Amor s'eo parto il cor si parte e dole . . . . . 97 Love will not have me cry Amor non vuol ch' io clami . . . . . . . . 46 Many there are praisers of poverty Molti son quei che lodan povertade . . . . . . 431 Marvellously elate Maravigliosamente . . . . . . . . . . . 42 Master Bertuccio you are call'd to account Messer Bertuccio a dritto uom vi cagiona . . . . 141 Master Brunetto this my little maid Messer Brunetto questa pulzelletta . . . . . . 310 Mine eyes beheld the blessed pity spring Videro gli occhi miei quanta pietate . . . . . . 296 My body resting in a haunt of mine Poso il corpo in un loco mio pigliando . . . . . 89 My curse be on the day when first I saw Io maladico il dì ch' io vidi imprima . . . . . 327 My heart's so heavy with a hundred things Io ho si tristo il cor di cose cento . . . . . . . 409 My lady carries love within her eyes Negli occhi porta la mia donna amore . . . . . 261 My lady looks so gentle and so pure Tanto gentile e tanto onesta pare . . . . . . . 280 My lady mine I send Madonna mia a voi mando . . . . . . . . . 49 My lady thy delightful high command Madonna vostro altero piacimento . . . . . . 63 Nero thus much for tidings in thine ear Novella ti so dire odi Nerone . . . . . . . . 363 Never was joy or good that did not soothe Gioia nè ben non è senza conforto . . . . . . 77 Next for October to some sheltered coign Di Ottobre nel contà ch' ha buono stallo . . . . 113 No man may mount upon a golden stair Non vi si monta per iscala d' oro . . . . . . 355 Now of the hue of ashes are the Whites Color di cener fatti son li Bianchi . . . . . . 423 Now these four things if thou Quattro cose chi vuole . . . . . . . . . . 155 Now to Great Britain we must make our way Ora si passa nella Gran Bretagna . . . . . . 166 Now when it flowereth Oramai quando flore . . . . . . . . . . 39 Now with the moon the day-star Lucifer Quando la luna e la stella diana . . . . . . . 118 O Bicci pretty son of who knows whom Bicci novel figliuol di non so cui . . . . . . . 439 Often the day had a most joyful morn Spesso di gioia nasce ed incomenza . . . . . . . . . . 90 Of that wherein thou art a questioner Di ciò che stato sei dimandatore . . . . . . . 396 O Lady amorous Donna amorosa . . . . . . . . . . . . 128 O Love O thou that for my fealty O tu Amore che m' hai fatto martire . . . . . 387 O Love who all this while hast urged me on Amor che lungiamente m' hai menato . . . . . 125 On the last words of what you write to me Al motto diredan prima ragione . . . . . . . 398 O Poverty by thee the soul is wrapped O Povertà come tu sei un manto . . . . . . . 370 O sluggish hard ingrate what doest thou O lento pigro ingrato ignar che fai . . . . . . 377 O thou that often hast within thine eyes O tu che porti negli occhi sovente . . . . . . 345 Pass and let pass this counsel I would give Per consiglio ti do dè passa passa . . . . . . . 143 Prohibiting all hope Levandomi speranza . . . . . . . . . . 98 Remembering this how Love Membrando cio che Amore . . . . . . . . 53 Right well I know thou'rt Alighieri's son Ben so che fosti figliuol d'Alighieri . . . . . . 440 Round her red garland and her golden hair Sovra li fior vermigli e i capei d' oro . . . . . 449 Sapphire nor diamond nor emerald Diamante nè smeraldo nè zaffino . . . . . . 45 Say wouldst thou guard thy son Vuoi guardar tuo figliuolo . . . . . . . . 16 Set Love in order thou that lovest me Ordina quest' Amore o tu che m' ami . . . . . 17 So greatly thy great pleasaunce pleasured me Si m'abbellìo la vostra gran piacenza . . . . . 400 Song 'tis my will that thou do seek out Love Ballata io vo che tu ritruovi Amore . . . . . . 241 Stay now with me and listen to my sighs Venite a intender li sospiri miei . . . . . . . 291 Such wisdom as a little child displays Saver che sente un picciolo fantino . . . . . . 83 That lady of all gentle memories Era venuta nella mente mia . . . . . . . . 295 That star the highest seen in heaven's expanse Quest' altissima stella che si vede . . . . . . . 430 The devastating flame of that fierce plague L' ardente fiamma della fiera peste . . . . . . 373 The dreadful and the desperate hate I bear Il pessimo e il crudel odio ch' io porto . . . . . 413 The eyes that weep for pity of the heart Gli occhi dolenti per pietà del core . . . . . . 288 The flower of virtue is the heart's content Fior di virtù si è gentil coraggio . . . . . . . 101 The fountain-head that is so bright to see Ciascuna fresca e dolce fontanella . . . . . . 354 The King by whose rich grace His servants be Lo Re che merta i suoi servi a ristoro . . . . . 436 The lofty worth and lovely excellence Lo gran valore e lo pregio amoroso . . . . . . 56 The man who feels not more or less somewhat Chi non sente d'Amore o tanto o quanto . . . . 404 The other night I had a dreadful cough L'altra notte mi venne una gran tosse . . . . . 441 The sweetly-favoured face La dolce ciera piacente . . . . . . . . . . 66 The thoughts are broken in my memory Ciò che m'incontra nella mente more . . . . . 249 The very bitter weeping that ye made L'amaro lagrimar che voi faceste . . . . . . 299 There is a time to mount to humble thee Tempo vien di salire e di scendere . . . . . . 22 There is a vice which oft Un vizio è che laudato . . . . . . . . . . 153 There is a vice prevails Par che un vizio pur regni . . . . . . . . 157 There is among my thoughts the joyous plan Io ho pensato di fare un gioiello . . . . . . . 117 Think a brief while on the most marvellous arts Sè 'l subietto preclaro O Cittadini . . . . . . 16 This book of Dante's very sooth to say In verità questo libel di Dante . . . . . . . 394 This fairest lady who as well I wot Questa leggiadra donna ched io sento . . . . . 388 This fairest one of all the stars whose flame La bella stella che sua fiamma tiene . . . . . . 182 This is the damsel by whom Love is brought Questa è la giovinetta ch' amor guida . . . . . 429 Thou sweetly-smelling fresh red rose Rosa fresca aulentissima . . . . . . . . . . 1 Thou that art wise let wisdom minister Provvedi saggio ad esta visione . . . . . . . 397 Thou well hast heard that Rollo had two sons Come udit' hai due figliuoli ebbe Rollo . . . . . 171 Though thou indeed hast quite forgotten ruth Se m'hai del tutto obliato mercede . . . . . . 346 Through this my strong and new misaventure La forte e nova mia disavventura . . . . . . 348 To a new world on Tuesday shifts my song E il Martedì li do un nuovo mondo . . . . . . 119 To every heart which the sweet pain doth move A ciascun' alma presa e gentil core . . . . . . 227 To hear the unlucky wife of Bicci cough Chi udisse tossir la mal fatata . . . . . . . 440 To see the green returning Quando veggio rinverdire . . . . . . . . . 68 To sound of trumpet rather than of horn A suon di tromba innanzi che di corno . . . . . 357 To the dim light and the large circle of shade Al poco giorno ed al gran cerchio d' ombra . . . 324 Two ladies to the summit of my mind Due donne in cima della mente mia . . . . . . 323 Unto my thinking thou beheld'st all worth Vedesti al mio parere ogni valore . . . . . . 328 Unto that lowly lovely maid I wis A quella amorosetta forosella . . . . . . . . 353 Unto the blithe and lordly fellowship Alla brigata nobile e cortese . . . . . . . . 102 Upon a day came Sorrow in to me Un dì si venne a me Melancolìa . . . . . . . 318 Upon that cruel season when our Lord Quella crudel stagion che a giudicare . . . . . 94 Vanquished and weary was my soul in me Vinta e lassa era già l'anima mia . . . . . . 389 Weep Lovers sith Love's very self doth weep Piangete amanti poi che piange Amore . . . . . 233 Were ye but constant Guelfs in war or peace Così faceste voi o guerra o pace . . . . . . . 100 Wert thou as prone to yield unto my prayer Così fossi tu acconcia di donarmi . . . . . . . 148 Whatever good is naturally done Qualunque ben si fa naturalmente . . . . . . 405 Whatever while the thought comes over me Quantunque volte lasso mi rimembra . . . . . 293 What rhymes are thine which I have ta'en from thee Quai son le cose vostre ch' io vi tolgo . . . . . 393 Whence come you all of you so sorrowful Onde venite voi così pensose . . . . . . . . 312 When God had finished Master Messerin Quando Iddio Messer Messerin fece . . . . . 140 When I behold Becchina in a rage Quando veggio Becchina corrucciata . . . . . 410 When Lucy draws her mantle round her face Chi vedesse a Lucia un var cappuzzo . . . . . 23 When the last greyness dwells throughout the air Quando l'aria comincia a farsi bruna . . . . . 183 Whether all grace have failed I scarce may scan Non so s' è mercè che mo vene a meno . . . . . 95 Whoever without money is in love Chi è senza denari innamorato . . . . . . . 416 Who is she coming whom all gaze upon Chi è questa che vien ch' ogn' uom la mira . . . 331 Whoso abandons peace for war-seeking Chi va cherendo guerra e lassa pace . . . . . . 84 Who utters of his father aught but praise Chi dice di suo padre altro che onore . . . . . 421 Why from the danger did not mine eyes start Perchè non furo a me gli occhi dispenti . . . . 350 Why if Becchina's heart were diamond Sè di Becchina il cor fosse diamante . . . . . . 406 Within a copse I met a shepherd maid In un boschetto trovai pastorella . . . . . . . 359 Within the gentle heart Love shelters him Al cor gentil ripara sempre Amore . . . . . . 24 With other women I beheld my love Io vidi donne con la donna mia . . . . . . . 332 Woe's me by dint of all these sighs that come Lasso per forza de' molti sospiri . . . . . . . 303 Wonderful countenance and royal neck Viso mirabil gola morganata . . . . . . . . 401 Yea let me praise my lady whom I love Io vo del ver la mia donna lodare . . . . . . 27 Ye graceful peasant-girls and mountain-maids Vaghe le montanine e pastorelle . . . . . . . 175 Ye ladies walking past me piteous-eyed Voi donne che pietoso atto mostrate . . . . . . 313 Ye pilgrim-folk advancing pensively Deh peregrini che pensosi andate . . . . . . . 306 You that thus wear a modest countenance Voi che portate la sembianza umile . . . . . . 264 Your joyful understanding lady mine Madonna vostra altera canoscenza . . . . . . 85 ---------------------------------------------------

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