Amico hai vint'io
Language:
Italian
"Amico, hai vint'io ti perdon;
Perdona tu ancora, al corpo no che nulla pave,
Al alma si; Deh, per lei prega e dona
Battesmo a me ch'ogni mia colpa lave."
In queste voci languide risuona
Un non so che di flebile e soave
Ch'al cor gli serpe, et ogni sdegno ammorza
E gl'occhi a lacrimar gl'invoglia e sforza.
Poco quindi lontan nel sen del monte
Scaturia mormorand'un picciol rio
Egli ci accorse e'l elmo empie nel fonte
E torno mesto al grande ufficio e pio.
Tremar senti la man mentre la fronte
Non conosciuta ancor sciolse e scoprio
La vide, la conobbe, e resto senza e voce e moto.
Ahì vista, ahì conoscenza!
Non morì già, che sue virtudi accolse
Tutte in quel punto e in guardia al cor
Le mise e premendo il suo affanno a dar
Si volse vita con l'acqu'a chi col ferro uccise.
Mentr'egli il suon de sacri detti sciolse
Colei di gioia trasmuttossi e rise,
E in atto di morir lieto e vivace
Dir parea "s'apre il Ciel; io vado in pace".
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Date added to the website: 2003-12-29.
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Friend, thou hast won
Language:
English
"Friend, thou hast won; I pardon thee, nor save
This body, that all torments can endure,
But save my soul; baptism I dying crave,
Come, wash away my sins with waters pure."
His heart relenting nigh in sunder rave,
With woeful speech of that sweet creature;
So that his rage, his wrath and anger died,
And on his cheeks salt tears for ruth down slide.
With murmur loud down from the mountain's side
A little runnel tumbled near the place,
Thither he ran and filled his helmet wide,
And quick return'd to do that work of grace;
With trembling hands her beaver he untied,
Which done, he saw, and seeing knew her face,
And lost therewith his speech and moving quite;
O woeful knowledge! An unhappy sight!
He died not, but all his strength unites,
And to his virtues gave his heart in guard;
Bridling his grief, with water he requites
The life that he bereft with iron hard:
And while the sacred words the knight recites,
The nymph to heav'n with joy herself prepar'd;
And as her life decays her joys increase;
She smil'd and said "Farewell! I die in peace".
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Date added to the website: 2003-12-29.
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