Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RIME 57, by PETRARCH Poet's Biography First Line: Ever mine hap is slack and slow in comming Last Line: That all my trust and travail is but waste. Alternate Author Name(s): Petrarca, Francesco Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 30;sonnet: 21 | ||||||||
Ever mine hap is slack and slow in coming, Desire increasing, mine hope uncertain, That leave it or wait it doth me like pain And tiger-like swift it is in parting. Alas, the snow shall be black and scalding, The sea waterless, fish in the mountain, The Thames shall return back into his fountain, And where he rose the sun shall take lodging Ere that I in this find peace or quietness In that Love or my lady rightwisely Leave to conspire again me wrongfully. And if that I have after such bitterness Anything sweet, my mouth is out of taste, That all my trust and travail is but waste. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 131 by PETRARCH SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 156 by PETRARCH A SONNET ON THE DEATH OF LAURA by PETRARCH A SONNET ON THE DEATH OF LAURA (2) by PETRARCH ELEGIAC SONNET: 13 by PETRARCH ELEGIAC SONNET: 14 by PETRARCH ELEGIAC SONNET: 15 by PETRARCH ELEGIAC SONNET: 16 by PETRARCH |
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