Fu Forse Un Tempo Dolce Cosa Amore

Fu Forse Un Tempo Dolce Cosa Amore

The poem describes the fleeting nature of love and beauty. It expresses a sense of longing and nostalgia for a past time when love was sweet and gentle. The speaker reflects on how quickly this idyllic period passed, leaving only sorrow and regret in its wake.

By Francesco Petrarca · First published 1343 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romanticism, Elegy · 188 words

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HE COMPLAINS OF HIS SUFFERINGS, WHICH ADMIT OF NO RELIEF.

Love, haply, was erewhile a sweet relief; I scarce know when; but now it bitter grows Beyond all else. Who learns from life well knows, As I have learnt to know from heavy grief; She, of our age, who was its honour chief, Who now in heaven with brighter lustre glows, Has robb'd my being of the sole repose It knew in life, though that was rare and brief.

Pitiless Death my every good has ta'en! Not the great bliss of her fair spirit freed Can aught console the adverse life I lead.

I wept and sang; who now can wake no strain, But day and night the pent griefs of my soul From eyes and tongue in tears and verses roll.

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Italian Literature · Renaissance Poetry · Love Poems · Sonnet Collection · Classical Literature · Romanticism · Medieval Poetry · Courtly Love · Lyrical Poetry · Elegy · Ode · Ballad

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