Elegiac sonnets. Volume 1 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET XIII. FROM PETRARCH. OH! place me where the burning noon [Note:] SONNET XIII. Line 1. Pommi ove'l Sol, occide i fiori e l'erba. Petrarch, Sonnetto 112. Parte primo.          Forbids the wither'd flow'r to blow; Or place me in the frigid zone,          On mountains of eternal snow: Let me pursue the steps of Fame,          Or Poverty's more tranquil road; Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame,          Or sixty winters chill my blood: Tho' my fond foul to Heav'n were flown,          Or tho' on earth 'tis doom'd to pine, Prisoner or free obscure or known,          My heart, oh Laura! still is thine. Whate'er my destiny may be, That faithful heart still burns for thee!  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION