On the Death of Madonna Laura (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from On the Death of Madonna Laura To My Father's Memory To those whose hearts upon some coffin lie To knock for entrance - whose best visions took Fire from a grave - I dedicate the cry And all the tidal sameness of this book. They will not blame me if my poet repeat A thousand times his phrases like a child: For like a child, to all that he can meet, He talks of love that's vigilant and wild. To Petrarch, life was but a mirror fair Wherein his lady's beauties trancèd lay: Her eyes, her lips, her voice, her smile, her hair Made the strange spectrum of his lonely day. For me, I con these bright monotonous things That, when my angel meets me on the strand And stuns me in the rushing of his wings, I may say something he can understand. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.