The sonnets, triumphs, and other poems of Petrarch

PART I.

_Nel tempo che rinova i miei sospiri._

It was the time when I do sadly pay My sighs, in tribute to that sweet-sour day, Which first gave being to my tedious woes; The sun now o'er the Bull's horns proudly goes, And Phaeton had renew'd his wonted race; When Love, the season, and my own ill case, Drew me that solitary place to find, In which I oft unload m...