Poems found: 829
IF BY ITS HEAVEN-SENT POWER THE MIND CONCEIVES
TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509
DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS IN HIS MORTAL STATE
MAYBE MY SOUL FELL FROM ITS HIGH ESTATE
NO TONGUE CAN FITTINGLY EXTOL HIS FAME
PASSION THAT SPRINGETH FROM GREAT LOVELINESS
SLUMBER IS SWEET, BUT IT WERE SWEETER STILL
THE MASTER-CRAFTSMAN HATH NO THOUGHT IN MIND
NON SO SO S' E LA DESIATA LUCE
SONNET: 8. TO VITTORIA COLONNA
TO VITTORIA COLONNA THE MODEL AND THE STATUE
BRACCI BORN. FROM BIRTH, BORN WAILING, I'D
BRACCI ONCE. THE SOUL IN ME WITHDREW
BRACCI, I. ALIVE BECAUSE I'M DEAD
GOITER IT SEEMS I GOT FROM THIS BACKWARD CRANING
HAPLESS SLAVE, LONG KEPT IN CHAINS OR ROPES
MAN WHO'S HAPPY MANY A YEAR, ONE HOUR
NEW AND MORE COMMENDABLE DELIGHT
AFTER THE DIVINE PART WAS WELL CONCEIVED
ALAS! ALAS! FOR THE WAY I'VE BEEN BETRAYED
ALAS, ALAS, FOR I AM NOW BETRAYED
ALAS, I THOUGHT I HAD ALREADY SHED
ALIVE TO SIN, TO ME I DIE ALONE
ALL THERE'S TO SAY OF HIM, NO WAY OF SAYING
ALREADY BURDENED WITHA HEAVY HEART
ALREADY IMMENSE, IT PENETRATES MY HEART
ALTHOUGH IT'S AMPLY TRUE YOUR HUMAN FACE
ALTHOUGH MY HEART HAD OFTEN BEEN AFLAME
ALTHOUGH MY LONGING SEEM TO PROMISE MORE
ALTHOUGH TIME PRESSES HARD AND PRODS US ON
AMONG THE MEMORY OF ALL LOVELY THINGS
ARRIVED ALREADY IS MY LIFE'S BRIEF COURSE
AS HIGHTER GROWS A FLAME, THE MORE CONTENDED
AS I'VE CARRIED IN MY HEART THIS MANY A YEAR
AS IN THE PEN OR INK OF ANY MAN
AS NO ONE IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN SHE
AS SYMBOL OF WHAT I WAS CALLED TO DO
AS, WORKING IN HARD STONE TO MAKE THE FACE
ASHES TO ASHES, SPIRIT TO THE SKY
ASSURED OF DEATH, OF ITS TIMING, THOUGH, NOT SO
AT THE SWEET MURMURING OF A SWEET TILL
BECAUSE THERE'S HALF OF ME WHICH, HEAVEN-BORN
BECAUSE THERE'S NEVER A TIME I'M NOT ENCHANTED
BLISSFUL SPIRIT, THANKS TO WHOM NEW PASSION
BORN, DIED. NOW BEDDED BY THE CHURCHYARD WALL
BOTH GLAD AND SAD THE BLESSED SPIRITS WERE
BRACCIO LIES HERE. NO LESS A TOMB COULD SHOW
BRACCIO RETRIEVES FROM EARTH THE MORTAL SCRIM
BRIGHT IN OUR MINDS, BUT IN THE DARK EARTH STRANDED
BRING BACK THE DAY THE REINS HUNG SLACK AND FREE
BROW BURNING, IN COOL GLOOM, AS SUNDOWN SHEARS
BURDENED WITH AGE AND AH, SO FULL OF SIN
BURDENED WITH YEARS AND CRAPULOUS WITH SIN
BY A FACE OF FIERY COLD, I'M SET AFLAME
BY LIGHT MORE BRILLIANT OF A STAR MORE BRIGHT
BY MERIT OF GRACE, THE CROSS, AND ALL WE'VE SUFFERED
CECCHINO HERE HAS LAID HIS BODY LOW
CERTAIN OF DEATH, NOT OF ITS MOMENT, I
CHALICES HAMMERED INTO SWORD AND HELMET!
CLOSED NOW HIS SHINING EYES, THAT DAZZLED SO
COLD STONE, NONE KNOWS BUT YOU, MY GAOL FOREVER
CONFUSED, WITH ITSELF AT ODDS, SOUL FAILS TO FIND
DAY IN, DAY OUT, FROM CHILDHOOD LONG AGO
DEATH DIDN'T WASH TO LAY CECCHINO LOW
DEATH SHUT THOSE EYES, HIM TOO IT SHUT BELOW
DEATH STRETCHED AN ARM, STOLE FRUIT NOT RIPENED YET
DOOR TO MY POISON I MADE OF MY EYES
DRAWN TO EACH LOVELY THING, MY DOTING EYES
EARTH LENDS US FLESH, HEAVEN LENDS THE SOUL, THE TWO
ENCLOSED AND HIDDEN IN A MONSTROUS STONE
EVEN IN ICE MY FLAME ONCE FOUND ITS WAY
EVERY SHUT IN ROOM OR SPACE, EVERY COVERED ONE
FAME KEEPS ALL EPITAPHS MOTIONLESS DOWN
FEVER, LUMBAGO, AND WEAK EYES AND TEETH
FLEE FROM THIS LOVE, YOU LOVERS; FLEE THE FLAME!
FOR A RELIABLE GUIDE IN MY VOCATION
FOR A SAFE HEAVEN, FOR ESCAPE AT LAST
FOR A WOUND FROM THE SEARING ARROWS LOVE LETS FLY
FOR ALL THIS ANGUISH AND FOR ALL THIS SIGHING
FOR ITS UNREST MY SOUL CAN ONLY SCAN
FOR THE SUGAR, FOR THE MULE, THOSE CANDLES TOO
FROM BENEATH TWO ARCHING BROWS
FROM CLUTCH OF CLOCK AND CALENDAR NOW FLED
FROM EYES OF MY BELOVED ONE, COME BURNING
FROM GRIEF I CHERISHED TO A RUEFUL LAUGH
FROM HEAVEN IT VENTURED FORTH, THERE MUST RETURN
FROM HEAVEN MY BEAUTY, FLAWLESS AND DIVINE
FROM HIGH MOUNTAINS IN RUINOUS DEBRIS
FROM INK, FROM PEN IN HAND WE SEE OUTFLOW
FROM SUCH A GENTLE THING, FROM SUCH A FOUNTAIN
FROM THE EYES OF MY LOVE A LOVELY RAY
FROM THE FIRST WHIMPER TO THE EXPIRING SIGH
FROM THY FAIR FACE I LEARN, O MY BELOVED LORD'
FROM WHAT THESE EYES, MY LADY, SEE OF YOU
FROM WHERE YOU TRIUMPHED IN ME, LOVE, RIGHT HERE
FULL, ONCE, OF CRUEL ICE AND BURNING FLAME
GAYETY, GUILES, CARESSES, FEASTS AND PEARLS
GIVE BACK TO MY EYES THEIR FLOW, O SPRING, O RIVER
GIVE ME THE TIME WHEN I HAD GIVEN REIN
GONE UNDER NOW, THE SUN YOU LOVED TO GREET
GREAT BEAUTY SCATTERING ITS BRILLIANT FLAME
GREAT MERCY, MY LADY, AS LIKELY AS GREAT PAIN
HAD I BELIEVED, WHEN I SAW, BRIGHT AND NEAR
HAD I, WHEN YOUNG, BEEN LEERY OF THE GLOW
HAPPY IN LOVING I STILL HOPE TO BE
HATING MYSELF, THE MORE I RUN AWAY
HAVING ESCHEWED YOUR LORDSHIP CRUDE AND SOUR
HAVING, MY FRIEND, YOUR LETTER HERE IN HAND
HE WHO BEGUILES BOTH TIME AND DEATH TOGETHER
HE WHO MADE ALL THERE IS, MADE EVERY PART
HE WHO MADE ALL, CCREATED FIRST EACH PART
HER BEAUTY'S ALIVE IN HEAVEN! I BELIEVE HER
HERE I'M THOUGHT DEAD. ALIVE, I COMFORTED
HERE, TO MAKE SWORDS AND HELMETS, WAR DEVOURS
HIS BEAUTIFUL EYES! I HARDLY SAW THEM, ONLY
HIS LIFE GAVE YOURS RICH REASON FOR THANKSGIVING
HOW CAN IT BE I AM NO LONGER I?
HOW CAN YOU HAVE HIM ALWAYS IN YOUR WAY
HOW GLAD THAT GARLAND SEEMS TO BE, AND HOW
HOW JOYFULLY IT SHOWS, THE GARLAND THERE
HOW MUCH LESS TORMENT TO BREATHE OUT OF MY SOUL
HOW STRANGE IT IS! WHEN I WAS NEAR THE FLASHES
HOW SWEETLY WOULD MY PRAYERS EVER BE
HOW VERY SWEET INDEED THE PRAYERS I'D SAY
HUMBLY I BOW MY SHOULDERS, BEAR THE YOKE
I CALL MY DISTANT SELF, WHEN YOU I SEE
I DID BELIEVE, THE DAY I SUDDENLY
I DO BELIEVE, IF YOU WERE MADE OF STONE
I FED ON YOU, AND WITH YOU, MANY A YEAR
I FEED ON MY OWN DEATH, AND YET I FEEL
I FEEL CONSTRAINED AND BLOCKED AS IS THE MARROW
I HAVE YOUR LETTER, THANK YOU, AS RECIEVED
I KNOW AND FEEL THAT SOME MYSTERIOUS STAIN
I KNOW NOT IF FROM UNCREATED SPHERES
I LIVE FOR SINNING, FOR THE SELF THAT DIES
I MADE MY EYES AN ENTRYWAY FOR POISON
I REALLY BELIEVED, THE FIRST GREAT DAY WHEN, AWED
I SAY TO YOU, WHO TO THE WORLD HAVE GIVEN
I SEE IN YOUR FAIR FACE, MY LORD
I THINK, INDEED KNOW WELL, SOME CRUSHING SIN
I WAS HAPPY, WITH FATE FAVORING, TO ABIDE
I WAS, FOR YEARS AND YEARS NOW, WOUNDED, KILLED
I WEEP, I BURN-BURN UP!-MY HEART THEREBY
I WISH I'D WANT WHAT I DON'T WANT, LORD, AT ALL
I WOULDN'T IF I COULD, LOVE, CHECK THE URGE
I'II SURELY BE THOUGHT A DULLARD IN TALENT, ART
I'M DEARER DEAD THAN EVER I WAS, BEFORE
I'M DEARER TO ME, MUCH MORE, THAN EVER I WAS
I'M DEATH'S FOREVER, WHO, THAT ONE FORLORN
I'M PACKAGED IN HERE LIKE THE PULP IN FRUIT
I, LONG AGO, A THOUSAND TIMES WAS SLAIN
IF A CHASTE LOVE CAN SUFFER AND CONSOLE
IF A JOYOUS HEART MAKES BEAUTIFUL THE FACE
IF ANY OF THOSE PROVERBS, LORD, MAKE SENSE
IF BRACCIO'S BEAUTY, PHOENIX-LIKE, COULD BE
IF DEATH HAS BURIED HERE, HARDLY IN LEAF
IF FIRE CAN MELT DOWN STEEL AND SHATTER FLINT
IF FOR YOUR NAME SOME IMAGE I CONCEIVE
IF HIS BRIGHT EYES ARE CLOSED AND LAID TO REST
IF I'M MORE ALIVE BECAUSE LOVE BURNS AND CHARS ME
IF I'M TO BELIEVE MY EYES NOW, YOUR RESONSE
IF IN A WOMAN A PART IS BEAUTIFUL
IF IT COULD BE, TO REVIVE MY LIFE ONCE MORE
IF IT WERE RIGHT TO KILL ONESELF, AND BE
IF LONGINGS FOR THE IMMORTAL, WHICH EXALT
IF MY ROUGH HAMMER GIVES A HUMAN FACE
IF MY ROUGH HAMMER SHAPES THE OBDURATE STONE
IF NATURE NOW DEFERRED TO DEATH, DEJECTED
IF OBLIGATED BY SO GREAT A FAVOR
IF OUR VERY THIRST FOR LONGER LIFE BIDS FAIR
IF PURE DEVOTION, PASSION WITHOUT STAIN
IF SHE REJOICES IN MY TEARS, AND YOU
IF SORROW MAKES ONE BEAUTIFUL (IT'S SAID)
IF SORROW, AS THEY SAY, CAN MAKE A FACE
IF THE FIRE THAT ISSUES FROM YOUR EYES
IF THE IMMORTAL LONGING OF THE MIND
IF THE SOUL RETURNS, THAT LAST
IF THE SOUL, IN TRUTH, FROM BODY ONCE SET FREE
IF TRUE (AND IT IS) THAT WITH BODY'S FINAL BREATH
IF TWO HOURS' DYING STEALS A HUNDRED YEARS
IF WE CONSTRAIN THE EYES' EASY RESPONSE
IF YOU DETAIN ME FROM THE LIVING FIRE
IF, IN YOUR NAME, SOME IMAGE COMES TO MIND
IF, THROUGH OUR EYES, THE HEART'S SEEN IN THE FACE
IF, TO REJOICE, YOU CRAVE OUR TEARS AND WOE
IF, UPROOTED, ALAS, A TREE EVER SHOULD
IF, VULNERABLE FROM EARLY YOUTH, A HEART
IF, WHILE I LIVED, A SOMEONE, EYES ON ME
IN EVERYTHING I SEE, THE MEANING'S PLAIN
IN JUST ONE INSTANT BEAUTY THAT I SEE
IN LOVELIER AND CRUELLER FLESH THAN YOURS
IN ME IS DEATH, IN YOU MY LIFE IS ALL
IN ME THERE'S ONLY DEATH; MY LIFE'S IN YOU
INSIDE, HIS SOUL COULD NOT BE OUTSIDE TOO
INTO THE ACHE OF LAUGHTER FROM SWEET CRIES
IRON AND STONE ARE MELTED, SPLIT BY FIRE
IS THERE A SAFER REFUGE THAN MY TEARS
IT LEAVES ME PLUNGED IN GLOOM AND PAIN-YET DEAR
IT MIGHT WELL BE REMEMBRANCE OF SOME BLOW
IT SEEMS, LOVE, OUT YOU'VE FLUNG
IT WELL MAY BE, SO VEHEMENT MY SIGHING
IT'S NOT ENOUGH, IF IT DOESN'T COME FROM YOU
JUST AS A SILKWORM WITH MUCH SELFLESS PAIN
JUST AS YOU CANNOT NOT BE LOVELY HERE
JUST WHEN I'M LOST IN ADORTION OF YOU
LADY, WHATEVER DOES NOT COME FROM YOU
LIFE'S FINAL HOURS: BROUGHT THERE BY MANY A YEAR
LIFE'S QUICK AND BRIEF; THE MORE MY DAYS FLY BY
LONG HAVE I BEEN, O LOVE, BENEATH YOUR EYES
LOVE IN YOUR EYES? NO; LIFE AND DEATH ARE THERE
LOVE LONG DELAYED COMES KINDLY, BY FORTUNE'S FAVOR
LOVE, IF MY LADY'S EYES WERE ALWAYS MINE
MERE MORTAL ONCE. DIVINE, THOUGH, BORN TO BE
MY COUNTLESS THOUGHTS, SO WRONG AND SO ASTRAY
MY DEATH IS WHAT I LIVE ON; SEEMS TO ME
MY EYES ARE GRIEVED BY ALL THE THINGS THEY KNEW
MY EYES ARE SADDENED BY SO MUCH THEY SEE
MY FERVENT PRAYER, IF ANY PITY ME
MY FLESH TURNED EARTH, MY BONES TURNED NAKED SHAME
MY GAZE SAW NO MERE MORTAL ON THE DAY
MY HEART STILL BURNING, IN THE SHADE I ALONE
MY INFINITE THOUGHTS, SO MANY GONE AWRY
MY LADY IS SO IMPETUOUS, DEVIL-MAY-CARE
MY LADY, HOW COMES IT ABOUT - WHAT ALL CAN SEE
MY LADY, HOW COMES IT ABOUT-WHAT ALL CAN SEE
MY LADY, JUST AS ONE ALREADY SEES
MY LADY, THESE EYES SEE VIVIDLY-FAR, NEAR
MY LORD, I SEE IN YOUR HANDSOME FACE
MY LORD, I SIN, AND ALL MY SIN I KNOW
MY LORD, IN YOUR FAIR FACE I SEE ALL THINGS
MY LORD, OF ALL OUR ANCIENT PROVERBS, ONE
MY LOVER STOLE MY HEART, JUST OVER THERE
MY NAME MEANT ARMS. BUT LITTLE HELP TO ME
MY REASON, OUT OF SORTS WITH ME, DEPLORES
NATURE DID ALL THINGS WELL: GREAT CRUELTY
NATURE KNOWS WHAT IT'S DOING:ONE CRUEL AS YOU
NO BEAUTY CAN I PICTURE IN MY MIND
NO DIFFERENTLY THE GUILTY WRETCH HANGS BACK
NO MORTAL THING MY EYES IN YOURS HAVE FOUND
NO NEED AT ALL FOR YOUR ANGEL LOVELINESS
NO OTHER HANDSOME FACE SUCH POWER POSSESSED
NO QUESTION BUT, WHEN MY DESIRE'S AFLAME
NO REST HERE FOR THE WICKED, AS FOLK SAY
NO SLIGHTEST CHANCE ON EARTH HER HEAVENLY EYES
NO, THE LIFE OF MY LOVE IS NOT MY HEART:
NOT ALWAYS MAN'S UNQUENCHABLE DESIRE
NOT ALWAYS SO PRIZED AND CHERISHED BY US ALL
NOT DEATH SO MUCH, BUT ITS TERROR RESCUES ME
NOT EVEN, IN DREAMS SENT SOARING, CAN I IMAGINE
NOT FAR FROM HERE MY LOVE ONCE STOLE FROM ME
NOT TO TAKE BEAUTY BACK FROM MANY SOURCES
NOT TRUE THAT IT'S ALWAYS GRIM WITH MORTAL SIN
NOTHING THE BEST OF ARTISTS CAN CONCEIVE
NOW ARMED WITH BITING ICE, NOW TONGUES OF FIRE
NOW IN A DYING GLANCE I CANNOT SEE
NOW ON THE LEFT FOOT SHUFFLING, NOW THE RIGHT
NOW THAT I'M BANNED AND ROUTED FROM THE FIRE
O BLESSED SOULS, WHO HIGH IN HEAVEN DELIGHT
O CRUEL STAR, - OH NO - O CRUEL FATE
O CRUEL STAR, OR SAY INSTEAD, CRUEL WILL
O GENTLE SOUL IN WHICH WE ALL CAN SEE
O GOD, O GOD, O GOD, HOW CAN I BE
O HAPY SOUL, AN OLD MAN'S HEART - SO CLOSE
O LET ME WISH WHAT I WANT NOT, O LORD
O LOVE, THE LEAST OF ALL MY ANCIENT WOUNDS
O LUCKY ME, TO LOOK UPON ME DEAD!
O MAKE ME SEE YOU, LORD, IN EVERY PLACE!
O NIGHT, COMFORTING NIGHT, DARK THOUGH YOU ARE
O NIGHT, O TIME OF SWEETNESS, ALTHOUGH BLACK
O NOBLE SOUL, IN WHOM, AS MIRRORED, SHOW
O PLEASURE NEW, O MOST UNUSUAL BLISS
O SWEETER MUCH A SUDDEN DEATH WOULD BE
OF HER BEAUTY, O LOVE, WHAT WILL REMAIN
OFTEN IN BOUNDLESS KINDNESS LIES CONCEALED
OH LET ME SEE YOU EVERYWHERE I GO!
OH, YOUR FACE IS MUCH SWEETER THAN MUSTARD (1)
OH, YOUR FACE IS MUCH SWEETER THEN MUSTARD (2)
ON EARTH, IT'S NO UNWORTHY SOUL THAT NURSES
ONCE BORN, DEATH'S OUR DESTINATION
ONE CANNOT LOVE TOO WELL A FACE UNSEEN
ONE OF THE BRACCI, I. NOW, AS YOU SEE
ONE WAY REMAINS TO LOSE ME YET, DEAR LORD
ONLY ONE IS THE SUN THAT COMES TO ROUSE
ONLY WITH FIRE CAN MEN AT FORGE AND FLUE
PEACE LIFE-HE FOUND THEM IN MY OPEN EYES
PERHAPS TO MAKE ME UNDERSTAND, AND CRY
PLEASE TELL ME LOVE, LOVE, IF THAT LADY HAD A SOUL
POWER OF A LOVELY FACE IMPELS ME WHERE?
PRAY TELL ME, LOVE, IF WHAT MY EYES CAN SEE
PREPARING FOR YOUR EYES THE BRIGHTEST RAY
PUT ON THE ARMOR OF LOVE AND YOU'LL CONQUER
QUICK, RUN AWAY FROM LOVE, AWAY FROM FIRE:
RELIEVED OF AN EXACTING, GRIEVOUS WEIGHT
REMEMBRANCE OF YOUR EYES, O LOVE, AND HOPE
RID OF THIS NAGGING NATTERING CADAVER
SAY THE FACE I'M SPEAKING OF NOW, HERS I MEAN
SCULPTURE, THE FIRST OF ARTS, DELIGHTS A TASTE
SEEKING ETERNAL LIFE WHEREIN TO REST
SHE BURNS ME, BINDS ME, TASTES LIKE A LUMP OF SUGAR
SHOULD SOMEONE MUCH OBLIGED, WANT TO FORGET
SHOULD THE SENSES' RAPTUROUS BURNING OVERRIDE
SIMPLY BECAUSE THE SUN DOES NOT EMBRACE
SINCE AGE HAS STOLEN AWAY FROM THE WORLD
SINCE BY ITS SCENT I OFTEN KNOW A STREET
SINCE IN ONE'S FACE ONE'S HEART YOU SEE AND SENSE
SINCE MY FIRST YEARS, O LORD, FROM DAY TO DAY
SINCE ONLY THROUGH THE EYES MY SOUL DISCERNS
SO FOND IS FIRE OF THE FRIGID STONE IT WAITS
SO IT WOULDN'T NEED TO RETRIEVE THE TOTAL SUM
SO MUCH DELIGHT INTO THE HEART DESCENDS
SO NOW IT'S OVER, MY DAY'S LONG VOYAGE, THROUGH
SO TELL ME, DEATH, WHY NOT POSSESS SOME FACE
SO, LOVE, IT HASN'T HEALED, NOT EVEN THE LEAST
SOULS RISE ALIVE FROM THE BODY'S SAD LAST BED
STRAIGHT DOWN FROM HEAVEN, AND IN THE FLESH, HE CAME
SUCH A LONG TIME OF FOOLISH, EVIL PASSION
SUCH BRIGHTNESS, UNDER EARTH NOW, PUT TO SHAME
SUGAR, A MARE, AND CANDLES, PLUS A FLASK
SUPPOSE A LADY HAS NO OTHER GRACES
SUPPOSING THE PASSIONATE FIRE YOUR EYES ENKINDLE
TELL ME, I BEG YOU, LOVE, IF MY EYES GAZE
THAT WHOLE WAY UP TO YOUR BRILLIANT DIADEM
DAY AND THE NIGHT SPEAK AND SAY
DAY AND THE NIGHT SPEAK, AND WHAT THEY SAY IS
EYELID, SHADOWING, DOESN'T INTERFERE
FABLES OF THE WORLD, A RUSHING WIND
FIRE OF YOUR EYES, ALIVE AND SWIFT
FORCE OF A FAIR FACE LIFTS ME TO HEAVEN
GREATEST ARTIST HAS NO SINGLE CONCEPT
HAVEN AND LAST REFUGE OF MY PAIN
HORSEMAN ALWAYS RIDING IN THE NIGHT
MEDICINE TO LOVE'S HORRENDOUS BLOW
MORE IT SEEMS I AGONIZE, THE MORE
NIGHT PREVAILS WHERE PHOEBUS-THAT'S OUR SUN
ONE WHO MADE, AND FROM UTTER NOTHING TOO
SOUL ATTEMPTS A THOUSAND REMEDIES
SOUL LIVES ON, I KNOW IT, LYING HERE
SOUL TRIES A THOUSAND REMEDIES IN VAIN
SPRINGTIME, FRESH AND GREEN, CAN NEVER GUESS
SUN OF BRACCIO'S UNDER EARTH. THE SUN
VERY MOMENT THAT I LOVE YOU MORE
WORLD AND ALL ITS FABLES LONG AGO
THERE IS A GIANT TOO, SO VERY TALL
THERE IS NO BETTER WAY TO MAKE ME STAY
THERE IS NOTHING ON EARTH MORE BASE AND VAIN
THERE'S NOTHING LOWER ON EARTH, OF LESS ACCOUNT
THERE'S PLEASURE IN GREAT FAVORS DONE, BUT HIDDEN
THOU KNOWEST, LOVE, I KNOW THAT THOU DOST KNOW
THOUGH ALWAYS ONE AND THE SAME, THE ONE SAME WHO
THOUGH QUITE EXPENSIVE, LOOK, I'VE BOUGHT YOU THIS
THOUGH SADDENING AND HURTING, DEAR TO ME
THOUGH YEARS AND YEARS IN DOUR ALLUREMENT LAPPED
THOUGH YOU WITH LINE AND COLOR EXCEL, SECURING
THROUGH CROSS AND GRACE AND THROUGH OUR HUMAN PAIN
THROUGH MANY A YEAR AND MANY A VAIN ASSAY
THROUGH THE MOUTH OF A WOMAN SPEAKS A GOD:
THROUGH USE, ONE'S EASY EYES CAN BECOME FAINT
THROUGH YOUR FINE EYES I SEE SUCH MELLOW LIGHT
TIME WAS MY FIRE BURNED HIGH, YES, EVEN ON ICE
TO BE LESS UNWORTHY, MY EXALTED LADY
TO ONE OF TASTE BOTH FLAWLESS AND ROBUST
TO SEE THAT YOUR FAMOUS BEAUTY STILL ENDURES
TO SLEEP, EVEN MORE BE MADE OF STONE: HOW THESE
TOO EARLY FALLEN ASLEEP HEAR, I'M ALIVE
TOO LATE FOR LOVE TO SET MY HEART AFLAME
TOO MUCH! THE WAY HE FLAUNTS HIMSELF AROUND
UNDONE AND BURNED AND ROASTED BY THE SUN AND THE SUMMER
UPROOT A PLANT-THERE'S NO WAY IT CAN SEAL
VERY DEAR THOUGH IT WAS I HAVE BOUGHT YOU
WERE IT TRUE THAT, BESIDES MY OWN, ANOTHER'S ARMS
WERE ONE ALLOWED TO KILL HIMSELF RIGHT HERE
WHAT A CHANCE I HAD! I SHOULD HAVE, WHILE I COULD
WHAT IN YOUR HANDSOME FACE I SEE, MY LORD
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME? YOU CAN NOW THROW
WHAT WONDER THAT-SEEING HOW, BESIDE YOUR FIRE
WHAT'S TO BECOME OF ME? WHAT'S THIS YOUR DOING
WHATEVER THE EYE FINDS LOVELY, IN A FLASH
WHEN BLITHELY LOVE WOULD LIFT ME UP TO HEAVEN
WHEN CONTRACTING, THE LASH SEEMS NOT TO CAUSE
WHEN HEAVEN CONFIRMED YOUR BRILLIANCE, MOST OF ALL
WHEN SHE, THE CAUSE OF ALL MY SIGHS AND FEARS
WHEN THE OCCASIONER OF MY MANY A SIGH
WHEN TO THAT BEAUTY THAT I SAW BEFORE
WHEN WITH A CLANKING CHAIN A MASTER LOCKS
WHEN, HAPPY, LOVE DECIDES TO MAKE ME RISE
WHENEVER MY BRIGHT IDOL COMES TO CHEER
WHENEVER MY PAST UNROLLS BEFORE THESE EYES
WHENEVER REMEMBRANCE OF THE ONE I LOVE
WHERE MY LOVE LIVES IS NOWHERE IN MY HEART
WHETHER IT BE THE LONG-DESIRED LIGHT
WHETHER OR NOT THE LIGHT I LONG FOR, SENT
WHILE I WAS HAPPY AND THE WORLD WAS BRIGHT
WHO GRIEVE NOW AT MY GRAVE, IN VAIN THEY PRAY
WHO IS THE ONE THAT DRAWS ME TO YOU EVER
WHO MAKES ME DIE, HE ALSO MAKES ME LIVE:
WHO RIDES BY NIGHT ON HORSEBACK, COME THE DAY
WHO WANTS MUCH MORE THAN LEAVES
WHO'S THIS THAT DRAWS ME FORCIBLY TO YOU?
WHY EASE THE TENSION OF THIS WILD DESIRE
WHY FALLEN SO SOON ASLEEP? NOT HARD TO TELL
WHY ONLY AT LONG LAST, WHY NEXT TO NEVER
WHY SHOULD I VENT MY BURNING LONGINGS OUT
WHY SHOULD IT COME SO SELDOM, WHY SO LATE
WILES, GUILES, SMILES, GOLD AND PEARLS, HER GALA WAYS
WITH ALL MY HEART I LOVE YOU; IF NOT SO
WITH ETCHINGS AND WITH COLORS YOU HAVE MADE
WITH HEART OF SULPHUR, FLESH OF TINDER TOO
WITH MUCH OF TIME AMD LIFE GONE, ALL THE MORE
WITH NO LESS JOY THAN GRIEF AND CONSTERNATION
WITH SO MUCH SERVITUDE WITH SO MUCH ANGUISH
WITHIN THIS TOMB OUR HANDSOME BRACCIO'S LAID
YES, I BELIEVE THAT IF YOU WERE BUT STONE
YES, I HAVE GOT IT - THANKS - AND I HAVE READ
YOU GIVE ME ONLY THE SUPERFLUOUS
YOU KNOW, MY LORD, THAT I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW
YOU KNOW, MY LORD, THAT I TOO KNOW YOU KNOW
YOU REVEL IN MY TORMENTS, ONLY YOU
YOUNG BRACCIO'S BURIED HERE. TO MEND A LACK
YOUR BEAUTY AN ANGEL'S, LADY, YOU WERE MEANT
YOUR BEAUTY, LOVE, IS NOT A MORTAL THING
YOUR BEAUTY, LOVE, STUNS MORTAL RECKONINGS
YOUR HEART IS ONLY MERCILESS DECEIT
YOUR KINDNESS TO ME, AND THE WAYS OF FATE
YOUTH, IN ITS GREENNESS, CANNOT KNOW, O LORD
ANSWER OF BUONARROTO IN FRA BASTIANO'S NAME
EPIGRAM (RESPONSE TO QUATRAIN BY GIOVANNI DI CARLO STROZZI)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI)
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EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (38)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (39)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (4)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (40)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (41)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (42)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (43)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (44)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (45)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (46)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (47)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (48)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (5)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (7)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (8)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (8)
EPITAPH (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI) (9)
INSCRIPTION ON A SHEET OF SKETCHES (FRAGMENT)
MADRIGAL (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (FOR VITTORIO COLONNA)
MADRIGAL (ON DEATH OF VITTORIA COLONNA, 1547)
MADRIGAL ADDRESSED TO VITTORIA COLONNA
MADRIGAL FOR VITTORIA COLONNA: 1
MADRIGAL FOR VITTORIA COLONNA: 2
MADRIGAL FOR VITTORIA COLONNA: 3
ON MICHAEL ANGELO'S STATUE OF NIGHT: ANSWER BY MICHELANGELO
ON ROME IN THE PONTIFICATE OF JULIUS II
SESTINE (FOR VITTORIA COLONNA)
SONNET (FOR CECCHINO FRANCESCO BRACCI)
SONNET (ON DEATH OF VITTORIA COLONNA, 1547)
SONNET (ON DEATH OF VITTORIA COLONNA, 1547)
SONNET (SENT TO GIORGIO VASARI)
SONNET ADDRESSED TO SIGNOR MIO (CAVALIERI)
SONNET: 8. TO VITTORIA COLONNA
SONNET: 8. TO VITTORIA COLONNA
TO GIOVANNI, THE ONE FROM PISTOIA
TO LUIGI DEL RICCIO AFTER THE DEATH OF CECCHINO BRACCI
TO LUIGI DEL RICCIO, AFTER THE DEATH OF CECCHINO BRACCI