- Ne li occhi porta la
mia donna Amore
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- Ne li occhi porta la mia donna Amore,
- Per che si fa gentil ciò ch’ella
mira;
- Ov’ella passa, ogn’om ver lei si
gira,
- E cui saluta fa tremar lo core,
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- Sì che, bassando il viso, tutto smore,
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- E d’ogni suo difetto allor sospira:
- Fugge dinanzi a lei superbia ed ira.
- Aiutatemi, donne, farle onore.
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- Ogne dolcezza, ogne pensero umile
- Nasce nel core a chi parlar la sente,
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- Ond’è laudato chi prima la vide.
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- Quel ch’ella par quando un poco
sorride,
- Non si pò dicer né tenere a mente,
- Sì è novo miracolo e gentile.
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- My Lady Carries Love
Within Her Eyes
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- My lady carries Love within her eyes,
- whereby whate’er she looks at gentle grows.
- Towards her, where she passes, each man draws,
- and, greeted by her, tremblingly replies.
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- His forehead bent, he pales and nearly
dies, 5
- so deeply his defects he sees and knows.
- Envy and pride dare not stay to her close:
- then help me, ladies, praise her to the skies.
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- Every most humbling thought and every
bliss
- rise in the heart of one who hears her speak,
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- so that who sees her first is firstly blest.
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- And if her faintest smile be manifest,
- to tell it, word is vain, and mind is weak
- so new and dear a miracle it is.
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