VFRANCESCA DA RIMINI"Amor condusse noi ad una morte."
Great poet, who in threefold rime hast wrought
The chant of the three worlds beyond our earth,
When thy compassionate "Alas!" hath birth
At the perse blast with Love's wan wreakage fraught;
I, at thy words, with pity too am caught,
That these bright lovers, for their pleasures' worth,
Should come thereby to death and utter dearth
Where neither hope nor comfort may be sought.
The chant of the three worlds beyond our earth,
When thy compassionate "Alas!" hath birth
At the perse blast with Love's wan wreakage fraught;
I, at thy words, with pity too am caught,
That these bright lovers, for their pleasures' worth,
Should come thereby to death and utter dearth
Where neither hope nor comfort may be sought.
Yet as this lady's love, by man's deceit,
Was turn'd to sorrow and to heavy wrong,
With death's swift stroke and the sharp pain thereof;
My wing'd dream following the spirits fleet,
Museth on this, as those two join the throng:
That in love's torment she hath still her love.
Was turn'd to sorrow and to heavy wrong,
With death's swift stroke and the sharp pain thereof;
My wing'd dream following the spirits fleet,
Museth on this, as those two join the throng:
That in love's torment she hath still her love.
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