Verse > Anthologies > Samuel Waddington, ed. > The Sonnets of Europe
Samuel Waddington, comp.  The Sonnets of Europe.  1888.
Mors et Vita
By Jacopo Sannazzaro (1458–1530)
Translated by James Glassford, of Dougalston

ALAS! when I behold this empty show
  Of life, and think how soon it shall have fled;
  When I consider how the honoured head
  Is daily struck by death’s mysterious blow,—
My heart is wasted like the melting snow,        5
  And hope, that comforter, is nearly dead;
  Seeing these wings have been so long outspread,
  And yet so sluggish is my flight and low.
But if I therefore should complain and weep,—
  If chide with love, or fortune, or the fair,—        10
  No cause I have; myself must bear it all,
Who, like a man ’mid trifles lulled to sleep,
  With death beside me, feed on empty air,
Nor think how soon this mouldering garb must fall.
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors