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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's...

Language: English

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad [and]1 sorry seasons as thou fleets,
As do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and [all]2 her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
  Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong, 
  My love shall in my verse ever live young.


Translation(s): FRE FRE ITA

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1 Bachlund: "the"
2 omitted by Bachlund.

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Text added to the website: 2007-05-07.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:21
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Word count: 115

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Sonnet XIX ‑ "O tempo divorante"

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English

O Tempo divorante, spunta al leone gli artigli,
fa' che la terra divori la sua dolce prole,
al morso della tigre i denti aguzzi togli
e nel suo stesso sangue ardi la fenice immortale.
Alterna nel tuo volo stagioni liete e infelici,
fa' tutto ciò che vuoi, o tempo piè-veloce,
a tutto il vasto mondo e alle sue gioie fugaci;
Ma ti proibisco un delitto, fra tutti il più feroce;
Oh! Non incidere con le tue ore la fronte del mio amato,
no, non segnarvi solchi con il tuo antico pennello;
lui, nella tua corsa, lascialo intoccato,
agli uomini futuri, di bellezza modello.
Ma fanne pure scempio, vecchio Tempo: a tuo dispetto
Il mio amato vivrà, nei miei versi, sempre giovane e intatto.


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Text added to the website: 2007-05-10.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:21
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Word count: 123