Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. PetrarcaSir John Hanmer (18091881)
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Petrarca, of a fair and gentle dame;
And with the winds fan love’s enduring flame,
Wandering the hills and the quick streams among;
For Time hath listened to thy passionate song;
Whose years like pilgrims to Valchiusa came.
Sighing thou wentest all thy days; but Fame
Filled her clear trump with thine imagined wrong;
Then from the banks of that Provençal river,
Soared loftier accents, ’neath the Alps’ blue gleam;
And at thy voice rose one who would deliver
His Rome and thine; O noble poet-dream!
The Belisarian weeds did stir and shiver
On her old walls at that electric theme.