<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As I’ve no hope of returning ever</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I’ve no hope of returning ever,<br>Little ballad, lightly, softly,<br>Go yourself, to Tuscany,<br>Go straight to my lady,<br>Who of her great courtesy<br>Will show you highest honour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You will bring her news of sighs,<br>Filled with pain, and great with fear:<br>But take care to meet no eyes<br>Hostile to a gentle nature:<br>My disadvantage then for sure<br>You’d work, like one opposed,<br>And be by her reproved,<br>And so prove pain for me:<br>So that after my death there’d be,<br>Weeping and fresh dolour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little ballad, you know that death<br>Grips me so that life deserts me,<br>Know how my heart with every breath<br>Beats hard, as the spirits speak inside me.<br>So much of my Being’s now undone,<br>I can scarcely suffer longer:<br>So if you would serve me further,<br>Take my soul along with you,<br>Fervently I beg of you,<br>As it leaps from out my heart, here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, little ballad, now I yield<br>This trembling soul to your friendship,<br>In its sorrow, take it with you,<br>To the sweet one to whom I send it.<br>Oh, little ballad, sighing say<br>To her, when you’re presented:<br>‘Your servant comes<br>To be with you,<br>He leaves one,<br>Who was Love’s servant’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, little weak and fearful voice<br>Issuing from the sad heart weeping,<br>Go with my soul, and this little song,<br>And tell her of my mind that’s ruined.<br>You’ll find a tender woman there,<br>Of an intellect so sweet,<br>That it will be delight complete<br>For you to leave her never.<br>And then, my soul, adore her,<br>Worthy as she is, for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guido+Cavalcanti">Guido Cavalcanti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545682" data-title="As I’ve no hope of returning ever de Guido Cavalcanti" data-description="As I’ve no hope of returning ever, Little ballad, lightly, softly, Go yourself, to Tuscany, Go straight to my lady, Who of her great courtesy Will show you highest honour. You will bring her news of sighs, Filled with pain, and great with fear:..."></div> </div> </div>

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