• A new young angel carried by her wings
• A pure white hind appeared to me
• Ah me, the beautiful face, ah me, the gentle look,
• Alone and thoughtful, through the most desolate fields,
• As at times in hot sunny weather
• At the foot of the hill where beauty's garment
• Bitter tears pour down my face
• Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,
• Canzone XVI
• Clear, sweet fresh water
• Doth any Maiden Seek The Glorious Fame
• From 'Visions'
• From what part of the heavens, from what idea
• Full of a wandering thought that separates me
• Glorious pillar in whom rests
• Greed and sleep and slothful beds
• Grizzled and white the old man leaves
• Heavenly Father, after the lost days,
• I find no peace, and yet I make no war:
• I go weeping for my time past,
• I have not seen you, lady,
• I have offered you my heart a thousand times
• I turn back at every step I take
• If my life of bitter torment and of tears
• If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? (Sonnet 102)
• It was on that day when the sun's ray
• Life flies, and never stays an hour,
• Little wandering bird that goes singing
• Love leads me on, from thought to thought,
• Many times now, with my true thought,
• My passion's folly is so led astray
• My sad verse, go to the harsh stone
• My thought raised me to a place in which
• My weary eyes, there, while I turn you
• No weary helmsman ever fled for harbour
• Not Ticino, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige or Tiber
• Now that the sky and the earth and the wind are silent
• O beautiful hand that clutches my heart
• O little room that was once a refuge
• Petrarch
• She let her gold hair scatter in the breeze
• Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find]
• Sonnet 131 [I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion]
• That nightingale who weeps so sweetly,
• That wandering paleness which conceals
• The angels elect and the blessed spirits,
• The eyes I spoke about so warmly,
• The heavens have revolved for seventeen years
• The high column and the green laurel are broken
• The time to labour, for every animal
• There are creatures in the world with such other
• These days of mine, faster than a hind,
• Through the midst of inhospitable, wild woods,
• To make a graceful act of revenge,
• What do I feel if this is not love?
• What infinite providence and art
• When from hour to hour among the other ladies
• When I turn again to gaze on the years
• When I utter sighs, in calling out to you
• When the heavenly body that tells the hours
• Where is the forehead, that could make my heart turn
• Who wishes to see what Nature can achieve
• You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,
• Zephyr returns and brings fair weather,