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  1. Title Page
  2. Section I - Poems 1 to 61
  3. Section II - Poems 62 to 122
  4. Section III - Poems 123 to 183
  5. Section IV - Poems 184 to 244
  6. Section V - Poems 245 to 305
  7. Section VI - Poems 306 to 366

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That wandering paleness which conceals

Love, Fortune and my mind, shy of what

If the thought that torments me,

Clear, sweet fresh water

I must turn these sorrowful verses,

My Italy, though words cannot heal

Love leads me on, from thought to thought,

Since the path to Mercy’s closed to me,

I would sing of love in so new a way

What do I feel if this is not love?

Love placed me as a target for his arrow,

I find no peace, and yet I make no war:

Whatever varied and strange thing

Wicked one, may heaven’s fire rain down

Greedy Babylon has crammed the bag

Fountain of sorrows, house of anger,

O sweet crowd of friends, the more

Love that lives and reigns in my thought

As at times in hot sunny weather

Into the sweet shade of the lovely leaves

When I hear you speak so sweetly,

I’ve never seen so beautiful a sunrise

Set me where the sun burns flowers and grass,

O noble soul decked out with burning virtue,

When my passion, that leads and rules me,

Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber

From time to time they are less harsh to me

‘What do you think, my soul? Will I ever have peace?

No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour

This humble creature, with bear’s or tiger’s heart,

Go, warm sighs, to her frozen heart,

The stars, the sky, the elements employed

Jupiter and Caesar were never so moved,

I saw angelic virtue on earth

That day, always bitter and always honoured

Where ever I turn my weary eyes or rest them,

From what part of the heavens, from what idea

Love and I, as full of amazement

O wandering steps, O swift and errant thoughts,

Happy, fortunate flowers, herbs born in grace,

Love, who sees all my thoughts revealed,

Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent

When her white foot through the fresh grass

If I had stayed firmly in the cave

When Love inclines her lovely eyes to earth

Love sends me a sweet thought,

Full of a wandering thought that separates me

Many times now, with my true thought,

Love’s caught me in a lovely harsh embrace,

O Envy enemy to virtue, that willingly

Gazing at the sunlight of those calm lovely eyes,

Cruel the star (if the heavens have power

When the time and place come to my thoughts

Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods,

Love has shown me a thousand hills and streams

Love spurs me on and reins me back, in one,

Geri, one comfort’s granted me sometimes,

River Po, you are quick to carry my body

Love spread his graceful net of gold and pearls

Love that lights burning eagerness in the heart,

If that sweet look of hers can kill me,

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