All ye that pass along Love's trodden way

Translation by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)

Piangete, amanti, poi che piange Amore

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Piangete, amanti, poi che piange Amore,
udendo qual cagion lui fa plorare.
Amor sente a Pietà donne chiamare,
mostrando amaro duol per li occhi fore,

perché villana Morte in gentil core
ha miso il suo crudele adoperare,
guastando ciò che al mondo è da laudare
in gentil donna sovra de l’onore.

Audite quanto Amor le fece orranza,
ch’io ’l vidi lamentare in forma vera
sovra la morta imagine avvenente;

e riguardava ver lo ciel sovente,
ove l’alma gentil già locata era,
che donna fu di sì gaia sembianza.

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by Dante Alighieri (1265 - 1321), no title, appears in La vita nuova, no. 2 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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Also set in French (Français), a translation by Louis Guillaume Saint-John de Crèvecœur (1878 - 1972) ; composed by Louis Guillaume Saint-John de Crèvecœur.
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All ye that pass along Love's trodden...

Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)

All ye that pass along Love's trodden way,
Pause ye awhile and say
⁠If there be any grief like unto mine:
I pray you that you hearken a short space
Patiently, if my case
⁠Be not a piteous marvel and a sign.

Love (never, certes, for my worthless part,
But of his own great heart,)
⁠Vouchsafed to me a life so calm and sweet
That oft I heard folk question as I went
What such great gladness meant:—
⁠They spoke of it behind me in the street.

But now that fearless bearing is all gone
⁠Which with Love's hoarded wealth was given me;
⁠Till I am grown to be
So poor that I have dread to think thereon.

And thus it is that I, being like as one
⁠Who is ashamed and hides his poverty,
⁠Without seem full of glee,
And let my heart within travail and moan.

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by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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a text in Italian (Italiano) by Dante Alighieri (1265 - 1321), no title, appears in La vita nuova, no. 2
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2018-12-24
Line count: 20
Word count: 148