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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374513" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Visions Of Petrarch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Being one day at my window all alone,<br>So manie strange things happened me to see,<br>As much it grieueth me to thinke thereon.<br>At my right hand a Hynde appear'd to mee,<br>So faire as mote the greatest God delite;<br>Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace,<br>Of which the one was blacke, the other white:<br>With deadly force so in their cruell race<br>They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast,<br>That at the last, and in short time I spide,<br>Vnder a Rocke where she alas opprest,<br>Fell to the ground, and there vntimely dide.<br>Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie,<br>Oft makes me wayle so hard a destinie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After at sea a tall ship did appeare,<br>Made all of Heben and white Yuorie,<br>The sailes of golde, of silke the tackle were,<br>Milde was the winde, calme seem'd the sea to bee,<br>The skie eachwhere did show full bright and faire;<br>With rich treasures this gay ship fraigted was:<br>But sudden storme did so turmoyle the aire,<br>And tumbled vp the sea, that she (alas)<br>Strake on a rock, that vnder water lay,<br>And perished past all recouerie.<br>O how great ruth and sorrowfull assay,<br>Doth vex my sprite with perplexitie,<br>Thus in a moment to see lost and drown'd,<br>So great riches, as like cannot be found. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then heauenly branches did I see arise<br>Out of the fresh and lustie Lawrell tree,<br>Amidst the yong greene wood: of Paradise<br>Some noble plant I thought my selfe to see:<br>Such store of birds therein yshrowded were,<br>Chaunting in shade their sundrie melodie,<br>That with their sweetnes I was rauish't nere.<br>While on the Lawrell fixed was mine eie,<br>The skie gan euerie where to ouercast,<br>And darkned was the welkin all about,<br>When sudden flash of heauens fire out brast,<br>And rent this royall tree quite by the roote,<br>Which makes me much and euer to complaine:<br>For no such shadow shalbe had againe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within this wood, out of a rocke did rise<br>A spring of water, mildly tumbling downe,<br>Whereto approched not in anie wise<br>The homely shepheard, nor the ruder clowne;<br>But manie Muses, and the Nymphes withall,<br>That sweetly in accord did tune their voyce<br>To the soft sounding of the waters fall,<br>That my glad hart thereat did much reioyce.<br>But while herein I tooke my chiefe delight,<br>I saw (alas) the gaping earth deuoure<br>The spring, the place, and all cleane out of sight.<br>Which yet aggreeues my hart euen to this houre,<br>And wounds my soule with rufull memorie,<br>To see such pleasures gon so suddenly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a Phoenix in the wood alone,<br>With purple wings, and crest of golden hewe;<br>Strange bird he was, whereby I thought anone,<br>That of some heauenly wight I had the vewe;<br>Vntill he came vnto the broken tree,<br>And to the spring, that late deuoured was.<br>What say I more? each thing at last we see<br>Doth passe away: the Phoenix there alas<br>Spying the tree destroid, the water dride,<br>Himself smote with his beake, as in disdaine,<br>And so foorthwith in great despight he dide:<br>That yet my heart burnes in exceeding paine,<br>For ruth and pitie of so haples plight.<br>O let mine eyes no more see such a sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last so faire a Ladie did I spie,<br>That thinking yet on her I burne and quake;<br>On hearbs and flowres she walked pensiuely,<br>Milde, but yet loue she proudly did forsake:<br>White seem'd her robes, yet wouen so they were,<br>As snow and golde together had been wrought.<br>Aboue the wast a darke clowde shrouded her,<br>A stinging Serpent by the heele her caught;<br>Wherewith she languisht as the gathered floure,<br>And well assur'd she mounted vp to ioy.<br>Alas, on earth so nothing doth endure,<br>But bitter griefe and sorrowfull annoy:<br>Which make this life wretched and miserable,<br>Tossed with stormes of fortune variable. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I beheld this tickle trustles state<br>Of vaine worlds glorie, flitting too and fro,<br>And mortall men tossed by troublous fate<br>In restles seas of wretchednes and woe,<br>I wish I might this wearie life forgoe,<br>And shortly turne vnto my happie rest,<br>Where my free spirite might not anie moe<br>Be vext with sights, that doo her peace molest.<br>And ye faire Ladie, in whose bounteous brest<br>All heauenly grace and vertue shrined is,<br>When ye these rythmes doo read, and vew the rest,<br>Loath this base world, and thinke of heauens blis:<br>And though ye be the fairest of Gods creatures,<br>Yet thinke, that death shall spoyle your goodly features.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a><div class=q>
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So manie strange things happened me to see,
As much it grieueth me to thinke thereon.
At my right hand a Hynde appear'd to mee,
So faire as mote the greatest God delite;
Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace,..."></div>
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