Francesco Petrarca

The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch

Published by Good Press, 2019
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Table of Contents


PREFACE.
LIST OF PLATES.
CHRONOLOGICAL SUMMARY OF PETRARCH'S LIFE.
THE LIFE OF PETRARCH.
PETRARCH'S SONNETS,
ETC.
TO LAURA IN LIFE.
SONNET I.
Voi, ch' ascoltate in rime sparse il suono.
SONNET II.
Per far una leggiadra sua vendetta.
SONNET III.
Era 'l giorno ch' al sol si scoloraro.
SONNET IV.
Quel ch' infinita providenza ed arte.
SONNET V.
Quand' io movo i sospiri a chiamar voi.
SONNET VI.
Sì traviato è 'l folle mio desio.
SONNET VII.
La gola e 'l sonno e l' oziose piume.
SONNET VIII.
A piè de' colli ove la bella vesta .
SONNET IX.
Quando 'l pianeta che distingue l' ore.
SONNET X.
Gloriosa Colonna, in cui s' appoggia.
BALLATA I.
Lassare il velo o per sole o per ombra.
SONNET XI.
Se la mia vita dall' aspro tormento.
SONNET XII.
Quando fra l' altre donne ad ora ad ora.
BALLATA II.
Occhi miei lassi, mentre ch' io vi giro.
SONNET XIII.
Io mi rivolgo indietro a ciascun passo.
SONNET XIV.
Movesi 'l vecchierel canuto e bianco.
SONNET XV.
Piovonmi amare lagrime dal viso .
SONNET XVI.
Quand' io son tutto volto in quella parte.
SONNET XVII.
Son animali al mondo di sì altera.
SONNET XVIII.
Vergognando talor ch' ancor si taccia.
SONNET XIX.
Mille fiate, o dolce mia guerrera.
SESTINA I.
A qualunque animale alberga in terra.
CANZONE I.
Nel dolce tempo della prima etade.
SONNET XX.
Se l' onorata fronde, che prescrive.
SONNET XXI.
Amor piangeva, ed io con lui talvolta.
SONNET XXII.
Più di me lieta non si vede a terra.
SONNET XXIII.
Il successor di Carlo, che la chioma.
CANZONE II.
O aspettata in ciel, beata e bella.
CANZONE III.
Verdi panni, sanguigni, oscuri o persi.
SESTINA II
Giovane donna sott' un verde lauro.
SONNET XXIV.
Quest' anima gentil che si diparte.
SONNET XXV.
Quanto più m' avvicino al giorno estremo.
SONNET XXVI.
Già fiammeggiava l' amorosa stella.
SONNET XXVII.
Apollo, s' ancor vive il bel desio.
SONNET XXVIII.
Solo e pensoso i più deserti campi.
SONNET XXIX.
S' io credessi per morte essere scarco.
CANZONE IV.
Si è debile il filo a cui s' attene.
SONNET XXX.
Orso, e' non furon mai fiumi nè stagni.
SONNET XXXI.
Io temo sì de' begli occhi l' assalto.
SONNET XXXII.
S' amore o morte non dà qualche stroppio.
SONNET XXXIII
Quando dal proprio sito si rimove.
SONNET XXXIV.
Ma poi che 'l dolce riso umile e piano.
SONNET XXXV.
Il figliuol di Latona avea già nove.
SONNET XXXVI.
Quel che 'n Tessaglia ebbe le man sì pronte.
SONNET XXXVII.
Il mio avversario, in cui veder solete.
SONNET XXXVIII.
L' oro e le perle, e i fior vermigli e i bianchi.
SONNET XXXIX.
Io sentia dentr' al cor già venir meno.
SONNET XL.
Se mai foco per foco non si spense.
SONNET XLI.
Perch' io t' abbia guardato di menzogna.
CANZONE V.
Nella stagion che 'l ciel rapido inchina.
SONNET XLII.
Poco era ad appressarsi agli occhi miei.
MADRIGALE I.
Non al suo amante più Diana piacque.
CANZONE VI.
Spirto gentil che quelle membra reggi.
MADRIGALE II.
Perchè al viso d' Amor portava insegna.
BALLATA III.
Quel foco, ch' io pensai che fosse spento.
SONNET XLIII.
Se col cieco desir che 'l cor distrugge.
SONNET XLIV.
Mie venture al venir son tarde e pigre.
SONNET XLV.
La guancia che fu già piangendo stanca.
BALLATA IV.
Perchè quel che mi trasse ad amar prima.
SONNET XLVI.
L' arbor gentil che forte amai molt' anni.
SONNET XLVII.
Benedetto sia 'l giorno e 'l mese e l' anno.
SONNET XLVIII.
Padre del ciel, dopo i perduti giorni.
BALLATA V.
Volgendo gli occhi al mio novo colore.
SONNET XLIX.
Se voi poteste per turbati segni.
SONNET L.
Lasso, che mal accorto fui da prima.
SESTINA III.
L' aere gravato, e l' importuna nebbia.
SONNET LI.
Del mar Tirreno alla sinistra riva.
SONNET LII.
L' aspetto sacro della terra vostra.
SONNET LIII.
Ben sapev' io che natural consiglio.
CANZONE VII.
Lasso me, ch i' non so in qual parte pieghi.
CANZONE VIII.
Perchè la vita è breve.
CANZONE IX.
Gentil mia donna, i' veggio.
CANZONE X.
Poichè per mio destino.
SONNET LIV.
Io son già stanco di pensar siccome.
SONNET LV.
I begli occhi, ond' i' fui percosso in guisa.
SONNET LVI.
Amor con sue promesse lusingando.
SONNET LVII.
Per mirar Policleto a prova fiso.
SONNET LVIII.
Quando giunse a Simon l' alto concetto.
SONNET LIX.
Se al principio risponde il fine e 'l mezzo.
SESTINA IV.
Chi è fermato di menar sua vita.
SONNET LX.
Io son sì stanco sotto 'l fascio antico.
SONNET LXI.
Io non fu' d' amar voi lassato unquanco.
SONNET LXII.
Se bianche non son prima ambe le tempie.
SONNET LXIII.
Occhi, piangete; accompagnate il core.
SONNET LXIV.
Io amai sempre, ed amo forte ancora.
SONNET LXV.
Io avrò sempre in odio la fenestra.
SONNET LXVI.
Sì tosto come avvien che l' arco scocchi.
SONNET LXVII.
Poi che mia speme è lunga a venir troppo.
SONNET LXVIII.
Fuggendo la prigione ov' Amor m' ebbe.
SONNET LXIX.
Erano i capei d' oro all' aura sparsi.
SONNET LXX.
La bella donna che cotanto amavi.
SONNET LXXI.
Piangete, donne, e con voi pianga Amore.
SONNET LXXII.
Più volte Amor m' avea già detto: scrivi.
SONNET LXXIII.
Quando giugne per gli occhi al cor profondo.
SONNET LXXIV.
Così potess' io ben chiuder in versi.
SONNET LXXV.
Io son dell' aspectar omai sì vinto.
SONNET LXXVI.
Ahi bella libertà, come tu m' hai.
SONNET LXXVII.
Orso, al vostro destrier si può ben porre.
SONNET LXXVIII.
Poi che voi ed io più volte abbiam provato.
SONNET LXXIX.
Quella fenestra, ove l' un sol si vede.
SONNET LXXX.
Lasso! ben so che dolorose prede.
SONNET LXXXI.
Cesare, poi che 'l traditor d' Egitto.
SONNET LXXXII.
Vinse Annibal, e non seppe usar poi.
SONNET LXXXIII.
L' aspettata virtù che 'n voi fioriva.
CANZONE XI. [R]
Mai non vo' più cantar, com' io soleva.
MADRIGALE III.
Nova angeletta sovra l' ale accorta.
SONNET LXXXIV.
Non veggio ove scampar mi possa omai.
SONNET LXXXV.
Avventuroso più d' altro terreno.
SONNET LXXXVI.
Lasso! quante fiate Amor m' assale.
SONNET LXXXVII.
Perseguendomi Amor al luogo usato.
SONNET LXXXVIII.
La donna che 'l mio cor nel viso porta.
SONNET LXXXIX.
Sennuccio, i' vo' che sappi in qual maniera.
SONNET XC.
Qui dove mezzo son, Sennuccio mio.
SONNET XCI.
Dell' empia Babilonia, ond' è fuggita.
SONNET XCII.
In mezzo di duo amanti onesta altera.
SONNET XCIII.
Pien di quella ineffabile dolcezza.
SONNET XCIV.
Se 'l sasso ond' è più chiusa questa valle.
SONNET XCV.
Rimansi addietro il sestodecim' anno.
CANZONE XII.
Una donna più bella assai che 'l sole.
MADRIGALE IV.
Or vedi, Amor, che giovinetta donna.
SONNET XCVI.
Quelle pietose rime, in ch' io m' accorsi.
SONNET XCVII.
Dicesett' anni ha già rivolto il cielo.
SONNET XCVIII.
Quel vago impallidir che 'l dolce riso.
SONNET XCIX.
Amor, Fortuna, e la mia mente schiva.
CANZONE XIII.
Se 'l pensier che mi strugge.
CANZONE XIV.
Chiare, fresche e dolci acque.
CANZONE XV.
In quella parte dov' Amor mi sprona.
CANZONE XVI.
Italia mia, benchè 'l parlar sia indarno.
CANZONE XVII.
Di pensier in pensier, di monte in monte.
SONNET C.
Poi che 'l cammin m' è chiuso di mercede.
SONNET CI.
Io canterei d' Amor sì novamente.
SONNET CII.
S' Amor non è, che dunque è quel ch' i' sento?
SONNET CIII.
Amor m' ha posto come segno a strale.
SONNET CIV.
Pace non trovo, e non ho da far guerra.
CANZONE XVIII.
Qual più diversa e nova.
SONNET CV.
Fiamma dal ciel su le tue treccie piova.
SONNET CVI.
L' avara Babilonia ha colmo 'l sacco.
SONNET CVII.
Fontana di dolore, albergo d' ira.
SONNET CVIII.
Quanto più desiose l' ali spando.
SONNET CIX.
Amor che nel pensier mio vive e regna.
SONNET CX.
Come talora al caldo tempo suole.
SESTINA V.
Alia dolce ombra de le belle frondi.
SONNET CXI.
Quand' io v' odo parlar si dolcemente.
SONNET CXII.
Nè così bello il sol giammai levarsi.
SONNET CXIII.
Pommi ove 'l sol occide i fiori e l' erba.
SONNET CXIV.
O d' ardente virtute ornata e calda.
SONNET CXV.
Quando 'l voler, che con duo sproni ardenti.
SONNET CXVI.
Non Tesin, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige e Tebro.
BALLATA VI.
Di tempo in tempo mi si fa men dura.
SONNET CXVII.
Che fai, alma? che pensi? avrem mai pace?
SONNET CXVIII.
Nom d' atra e tempestosa onda marina.
SONNET CXIX.
Questa umil fera, un cor di tigre o d' orsa.
SONNET CXX.
Ite, caldi sospiri, al freddo core.
SONNET CXXI.
Le stelle e 'l cielo e gli elementi a prova.
SONNET CXXII.
Non fur mai Giove e Cesare sì mossi.
SONNET CXXIII.
I' vidi in terra angelici costumi.
SONNET CXXIV.
Quel sempre acerbo ed onorato giorno.
SONNET CXXV.
Ove ch' i' posi gli occhi lassi o giri.
SONNET CXXVI.
In qual parte del cielo, in quale idea.
SONNET CXXVII.
Amor ed io sì pien di maraviglia.
SONNET CXXVIII.
O passi sparsi, o pensier vaghi e pronti.
SONNET CXXIX.
Lieti flori e felici, e ben nate erbe.
SONNET CXXX.
Amor, che vedi ogni pensiero aperto.
SONNET CXXXI.
Or che 'l ciel e la terra e 'l vento tace.
SONNET CXXXII.
Come 'l candido piè per l' erba fresca.
SONNET CXXXIII.
S' io fossi stato fermo alla spelunca.
SONNET CXXXIV.
Quando Amor i begli occhi a terra inchina.
SONNET CXXXV.
Amor mi manda quel dolce pensero.
SONNET CXXXVI.
Pien d' un vago pensier, che me desvia.
SONNET CXXXVII.
Più volte già dal bel sembiante umano.
SONNET CXXXVIII.
Giunto m' ha Amor fra belle e crude braccia.
SONNET CXXXIX.
O Invidia, nemica di virtute.
SONNET CXL.
Mirando 'l sol de' begli occhi sereno.
SONNET CXLI.
Fera stella (se 'l cielo ha forza in noi) .
SONNET CXLII.
Quando mi vene innanzi il tempo e 'l loco.
SONNET CXLIII.
Per mezzo i boschi inospiti e selvaggi.
SONNET CXLIV
Mille piagge in un giorno e mille rivi.
SONNET CXLV.
Amor mi sprona in un tempo ed affrena.
SONNET CXLVI.
Geri, quando talor meco s' adira.
SONNET CXLVII.
Po, ben puo' tu portartene la scorza.
SONNET CXLVIII.
Amor fra l' orbe una leggiadra rete.
SONNET CXLIX.
Amor che 'ncende 'l cor d' ardente zelo.
SONNET CL.
Se 'l dolce sguardo di costei m' ancide.
SONNET CLI.
Amor, Natura, e la bell' alma umile.
SONNET CLII.
Questa Fenice dell' aurata piuma.
SONNET CLIII.
Se Virgilio ed Omero avessin visto.
SONNET CLIV.
Giunto Alessandro alla famosa tomba.
SONNET CLV.
Almo Sol, quella fronde ch' io sola amo.
SONNET CLVI.
Passa la nave mia colma d' oblio.
SONNET CLVII.
Una candida cerva sopra l' erba.
SONNET CLVIII.
Siccome eterna vita è veder Dio.
SONNET CLIX.
Stiamo, Amor, a veder la gloria nostra.
SONNET CLX.
Pasco la mente d' un sì nobil cibo.
SONNET CLXI.
L' aura gentil che rasserena i poggi.
SONNET CLXII.
Di dì in dì vo cangiando il viso e 'l pelo.
SONNET CLXIII.
L' aura serena che fra verdi fronde.
SONNET CLXIV.
L' aura celeste che 'n quel verde Lauro.
SONNET CLXV.
L' aura soave ch' al sol spiega e vibra.
SONNET CLXVI.
O bella man, che mi distringi 'l core.
SONNET CLXVII.
Non pur quell' una bella ignuda mano.
SONNET CLXVIII.
Mia ventura ed Amor m' avean sì adorno.
SONNET CLXIX.
D' un bel, chiaro, polito e vivo ghiaccio.
SONNET CLXX.
Lasso, ch' i' ardo, ed altri non mel crede!
SONNET CLXXI.
Anima, che diverse cose tante.
SONNET CLXXII.
Dolci ire, dolci sdegni e dolci paci.
CANZONE XIX.
S' il dissi mai, ch' i' venga in odio a quella.
CANZONE XX.
Ben mi credea passar mio tempo omai.
SONNET CLXXIII.
Rapido fiume che d' alpestra vena.
SONNET CLXXIV.
I' dolci colli ov' io lasciai me stesso.
SONNET CLXXV.
Non dall' Ispano Ibero all' Indo Idaspe.
SONNET CLXXVI.
Voglia mi sprona; Amor mi guida e scorge.
SONNET CLXXVII.
Beato in sogno, e di languir contento.
SONNET CLXXVIII.
Grazie ch' a pochi 'l ciel largo destina.
SESTINA VI.
Anzi tre di creata era alma in parte.
SONNET CLXXIX.
In nobil sangue vita umile e queta.
SONNET CLXXX.
Tutto 'l di piango; e poi la notte, quando.
SONNET CLXXXI.
Già desiai con sì giusta querela.
SONNET CLXXXII.
Tra quantunque leggiadre donne e belle.
SONNET CLXXXIII.
Il cantar novo e 'l pianger degli augelli.
SONNET CLXXXIV.
Onde tolse Amor l' oro e di qual vena.
SONNET CLXXXV.
Qual mio destin, qual forza o qual inganno.
SONNET CLXXXVI.
Liete e pensose, accompagnate e sole.
SONNET CLXXXVII.
Quando 'l sol bagna in mur l' aurato carro.
SONNET CLXXVIII.
S' una fede amorosa, un cor non finto.
SONNET CLXXXIX.
Dodici donne onestamente lasse.
SONNET CXC
Passer mai solitario in alcun tetto.
SONNET CXCI.
Aura, che quelle chiome bionde e crespe.
SONNET CXCII.
Amor con la man destra il lato manco.
SONNET CXCIII.
Cantai, or piango; e non men di dolcezza.
SONNET CXCIV.
I' piansi, or canto; che 'l celeste lume.
SONNET CXCV.
I' mi vivea di mia sorte contento.
SONNET CXCVI.
Vincitore Alessandro l' ira vinse.
SONNET CXCVII.
Qual ventura mi fu, quando dall' uno.
SONNET CXCVIII.
O cameretta che già fosti un porto.
SONNET CXCIX.
Lasso! Amor mi trasporta ov' io non voglio.
SONNET CC.
Amor, io fallo e veggio il mio fallire.
SESTINA VII.
Non ha tanti animali il mar fra l' onde.
SESTINA VIII.
Là ver l' aurora, che sì dolce l' aura.
SONNET CCI.
Real natura, angelico intelletto.
SONNET CCII.
I' ho pregato Amor, e nel riprego.
SONNET CCIII.
L' alto signor, dinanzi a cui non vale.
SONNET CCIV.
Mira quel colle, o stanco mio cor vago.
SONNET CCV.
Fresco ambroso fiorito e verde colle.
SONNET CCVI.
Il mal mi preme, e mi spaventa il peggio.
SONNET CCVII.
Due rose fresche, e colte in paradiso.
SONNET CCVIII.
L' aura che 'l verde Lauro e l' aureo crine.
SONNET CCIX.
Parrà forse ad alcun, che 'n lodar quella.
SONNET CCX.
Chi vuol veder quantunque può Natura.
SONNET CCXI.
Qual paura ho, quando mi torna a mente.
SONNET CCXII.
Solea lontana in sonno consolarme.
SONNET CCXIII.
O misera ed orribil visione.
SONNET CCXIV.
In dubbio di mio stato, or piango, or canto.
SONNET CCXV.
O dolci sguardi, o parolette accorte.
SONNET CCXVI.
I' pur ascolto, e non odo novella.
SONNET CCXVII.
La sera desiar, odiar l' aurora.
SONNET CCXVIII.
Far potess' io vendetta di colei.
SONNET CCXIX.
In quel bel viso, ch' i' sospiro e bramo.
SONNET CCXX.
Vive faville uscian de' duo bei lumi.
SONNET CCXXI.
Cercato ho sempre solitaria vita.
SONNET CCXXII.
In tale Stella duo begli occhi vidi.
SONNET CCXXIII.
Qual donna attende a gloriosa fama.
SONNET CCXXIV.
Cara la vita, e dopo lei mi pare.
SONNET CCXXV.
Arbor vittoriosa e trionfale.
CANZONE XXI.
I' vo pensando, e nel pensier m' assale.
SONNET CCXXVI.
Aspro core e selvaggio, e cruda voglia.
SONNET CCXXVII.
Signor mio caro, ogni pensier mi tira.
TO LAURA IN DEATH.
SONNET I.
Oimè il bel viso! oimè il soave sguardo!
CANZONE I.
Che debb' io far? che mi consigli, Amore?
SONNET II.
Rotta è l' alta Colonna, e 'l verde Lauro.
CANZONE II.
Amor, se vuoi ch' i' torni al giogo antico.
SONNET III.
L' ardente nodo ov' io fui, d' ora in ora.
SONNET IV.
La vita fugge, e non s' arresta un' ora.
SONNET V.
Che fai? che pensi? che pur dietro guardi.
SONNET VI.
Datemi pace, o duri miei pensieri.
SONNET VII.
Occhi miei, oscurato è 'l nostro sole.
SONNET VIII.
Poichè la vista angelica serena.
SONNET IX.
S' Amor novo consiglio non n' apporta.
SONNET X.
Nell' età sua più bella e più fiorita.
SONNET XI.
Se lamentar augelli, o Verdi fronde.
SONNET XII.
Mai non fu' in parte ove sì chiar' vedessi.
SONNET XIII.
Quante fiate al mio dolce ricetto.
SONNET XIV.
Alma felice, che sovente torni.
SONNET XV.
Discolorato hai, Morte, il più bel volto.
SONNET XVI.
Sì breve è 'l tempo e 'l pensier sì veloce.
SONNET XVII.
Nè mai pietosa madre al caro figlio.
SONNET XVIII.
Se quell' aura soave de' sospiri.
SONNET XIX.
Sennuccio mio, benchè doglioso e solo.
SONNET XX.
I' ho pien di sospir quest' aer tutto.
SONNET XXI.
L' alma mia fiamma oltra le belle bella.
SONNET XXII.
Come va 'l mondo! or mi diletta e piace.
SONNET XXIII.
Quand' io veggio dal ciel scender l' Aurora.
SONNET XXIV.
Gli occhi di ch' io parlai sì caldamente.
SONNET XXV.
S' io avessi pensato che sì care.
SONNET XXVI.
Soleasi nel mio cor star bella e viva.
SONNET XXVII.
Soleano i miei pensier soavemente.
SONNET XXVIII.
I' mi soglio accusare, ed or mi scuso.
SONNET XXIX.
Due gran nemiche insieme erano aggiunte.
SONNET XXX.
Quand' io mi volgo indietro a mirar gli anni.
SONNET XXXI.
Ov' è la fronte che con picciol cenno.
SONNET XXXII.
Quanta invidia ti porto, avara terra.
SONNET XXXIII.
Valle che d' lamenti miei se' piena.
SONNET XXXIV.
Levommi il mio pensier in parte ov' era.
SONNET XXXV.
Amor che meco al buon tempo ti stavi.
SONNET XXXVI.
Mentre che 'l cor dagli amorosi vermi.
SONNET XXXVII.
Anima bella, da quel nodo sciolta.
SONNET XXXVIII.
Quel sol che mi mostrava il cammin destro.
SONNET XXXIX.
Io pensava assai destro esser sull' ale.
SONNET XL.
Quella per cui con Sorga ho cangiat' Arno.
SONNET XLI.
L' alto e novo miracol ch' a dì nostri.
SONNET XLII.
Zefiro torna, e 'l bel tempo rimena.
SONNET XLIII.
Quel rosignuol che sì soave piagne.
SONNET XLIV.
Nè per sereno cielo ir vaghe stelle.
SONNET XLV.
Passato è 'l tempo omai, lasso! che tanto.
SONNET XLVI.
Mente mia che presaga de' tuoi danni.
SONNET XLVII.
Tutta la mia fiorita e verde etade.
SONNET XLVIII.
Tempo era omai da trovar pace o tregua.
SONNET XLIX.
Tranquillo porto avea mostrato Amore.
SONNET L.
Al cader d' una pianta che si svelse.
SONNET LI.
I dì miei più leggier che nessun cervo.
SONNET LII.
Sente l' aura mia antica, e i dolci colli.
SONNET LIII.
E questo 'l nido in che la mia Fenice.
SONNET LIV.
Mai non vedranno le mie luci asciutte.
CANZONE III.
Standomi un giorno solo alla finestra.
BALLATA I.
Amor, quando fioria.
CANZONE IV.
Tacer non posso, e temo non adopre.
SONNET LV.
Or hai fatto l' estremo di tua possa.
SONNET LVI.
L' aura e l' odore e 'l refrigerio e l' ombra.
SONNET LVII.
L' ultimo, lasso! de' miei giorni allegri.
SONNET LVIII.
O giorno, o ora, o ultimo momento.
SONNET LIX.
Quel vago, dolce, caro, onesto sguardo.
CANZONE V.
Solea dalla fontana di mia vita.
SESTINA I.
Mia benigna fortuna e 'l viver lieto.
SONNET LX.
Ite, rime dolenti, al duro sasso.
SONNET LXI.
S' onesto amor può meritar mercede.
SONNET LXII.
Vidi fra mille donne una già tale.
SONNET LXIII.
Tornami a mente, anzi v' è dentro quella.
SONNET LXIV.
Questo nostro caduco e fragil bene.
SONNET LXV.
O tempo, o ciel volubil che fuggendo.
SONNET LXVI.
Quel, che d' odore e di color vincea.
SONNET LXVII.
Lasciato hai, Morte, senza sole il mondo.
SONNET LXVIII.
Conobbi, quanto il ciel gli occhi m' aperse.
SONNET LXIX.
Dolce mio caro e prezioso pegno.
SONNET LXX.
Deh qual pietà, qual angel fu sì presto.
SONNET LXXI.
Del cibo onde 'l signor mio sempre abbonda.
SONNET LXXII.
Ripensando a quel ch' oggi il ciel onora.
SONNET LXXIII.
Fu forse un tempo dolce cosa amore.
SONNET LXXIV.
Spinse amor e dolor ove ir non debbe.
SONNET LXXV.
Gli angeli eletti e l' anime beate.
SONNET LXXVI.
Donna che lieta col Principio nostro.
SONNET LXXVII.
Da' più begli occhi e dal più chiaro viso.
SONNET LXXVIII.
E' mi par d' or in ora udire il messo.
SONNET LXXIX.
L' aura mia sacra al mio stanco riposo.
SONNET LXXX.
Ogni giorno mi par più di mill' anni.
SONNET LXXXI.
Non può far morte il dolce viso amaro.
CANZONE VI.
Quando il suave mio fido conforto.
CANZONE VII.
Quell' antiquo mio dolce empio signore.
SONNET LXXXII.
Dicemi spesso il mio fidato speglio.
SONNET LXXXIII.
Volo con l' ali de' pensieri al cielo.
SONNET LXXXIV.
Morte ha spento quel Sol ch' abbagliar suolmi.
SONNET LXXXV.
Tennemi Amor anni ventuno ardendo.
SONNET LXXXVI.
I' vo piangendo i miei passati tempi.
SONNET LXXXVII.
Dolci durezze e placide repulse.
SONNET LXXXVIII.
Spirto felice, che sì dolcemente.
SONNET LXXXIX.
Deh porgi mano all' affannato ingegno.
SONNET XC.
Vago augelletto che cantando vai.
CANZONE VIII.
Vergine bella che di sol vestita.
PETRARCH'S TRIUMPHS.
THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE.
Nel tempo che rinova i miei sospiri.
Stanci già di mirar, non sazio ancora.
Era sì pieno il cor di maraviglie.
Poscia che mia fortuna in forza altrui.
THE SAME.
THE TRIUMPH OF CHASTITY.
Quando ad un giogo ed in Un tempo quivi.
THE SAME.
THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH.
Questa leggiadra e gloriosa Donna.
La notte che seguì l' orribil caso.
THE TRIUMPH OF FAME.
Da poi che Morte trionfò nel volto .
Pien d' infinita e nobil maraviglia.
Io non sapea da tal vista levarme.
THE TRIUMPH OF TIME.
Dell' aureo albergo con l' Aurora innanzi.
THE TRIUMPH OF ETERNITY.
Da poi che sotto 'l ciel cosa non vidi.
SONNET FOUND IN LAURA'S TOMB.
Qui reposan quei caste e felice ossa.
INDEX.
SONNETS, CANZONI, &c.

PREFACE.

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The present translation of Petrarch completes the Illustrated Library series of the Italian Poets emphatically distinguished as "I Quattro Poeti Italiani."

It is rather a singular fact that, while the other three Poets of this world-famed series—Dante, Ariosto, and Tasso—have each found several translators, no complete version of the fourth, and in Italy the most popular, has hitherto been presented to the English reader. This lacune becomes the more remarkable when we consider the great influence which Petrarch has undoubtedly exercised on our poetry from the time of Chaucer downwards.

The plan of the present volume has been to select from all the known versions those most distinguished for fidelity and rhythm. Of the more favourite poems, as many as three or four are occasionally given; while of others, and those by no means few, it has been difficult to find even one. Indeed, many must have remained entirely unrepresented but for the spirited efforts of Major Macgregor, who has recently translated nearly the whole, and that with great closeness both as to matter and form. To this gentleman we have to return our especial thanks for his liberal permission to make free use of his labours.

Among the translators will be found Chaucer, Spenser, Sir Thomas Wyatt, Anna Hume, Sir John Harington, Basil Kennett, Anne Bannerman, Drummond of Hawthornden, R. Molesworth, Hugh Boyd, Lord Woodhouselee, the Rev. Francis Wrangham, the Rev. Dr. Nott, Dr. Morehead, Lady Dacre, Lord Charlemont, Capel Lofft, John Penn, Charlotte Smith, Mrs. Wrottesley, Miss Wollaston, J.H. Merivale, the Rev. W. Shepherd, and Leigh Hunt, besides many anonymous.

The order of arrangement is that adopted by Marsand and other recent editors; but to prevent any difficulty in identification, the Italian first lines have been given throughout, and repeated in an alphabetical index.

The Life of Petrarch prefixed is a condensation of the poet Campbell's two octavo volumes, and includes all the material part of that work.

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LIST OF PLATES.

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1. Portrait of Petrarch to face title.
2. View of Naples xliv
3. View of Nice li
4. Coast of Genoa lxvi
5. Bridge of Sighs, Venice lxxviii
6. Vicenza lxxxiii
7. Milan Cathedral cvi
8. Library of St. Mark's, Venice cxv
9. Ferrara. The Old Ducal Palace cxxiii
10. Portrait of Laura 1
11. View of Rome—St. Peter's in the Distance 66
12. Solitudes of Vaucluse (where Petrarch wrote most of his Sonnets) 105
13. Genoa and the Apennines 124
14. Avignon (where Laura resided) 189
15. Selva Piana (where Petrarch received the news of Laura's death) 232
16. Petrarch's House at Arqua (where he wrote his Triumphs) 322

CHRONOLOGICAL SUMMARY OF PETRARCH'S LIFE.

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1304. Born at Arezzo, the 20th of July. ix
1305. Is taken to Incisa at the age of seven months, where he remains seven years. x
1312. Is removed to Pisa, where he remains seven months. x
1313. Accompanies his parents to Avignon. xi
1315. Goes to live at Carpentras. xi
1319. Is sent to Montpelier. xi
1323. Is removed to Bologna. xii
1326. Returns to Avignon—loses his parents—contracts a friendship with James Colonna. xiii
1327. Falls in love with Laura. xvii
1330. Goes to Lombes with James Colonna—forms acquaintance with Socrates and Lælius—and returns to Avignon to live in the house of Cardinal Colonna. xviii
1331. Travels to Paris—travels through Flanders and Brabant, and visits a part of Germany. xxiv
1333. His first journey to Rome—his long navigation as far as the coast of England—his return to Avignon. xxxiii
1337. Birth of his son John—he retires to Vaucluse. xxxv
1339. Commences writing his epic poem, "Africa." xxxviii
1340. Receives an invitation from Rome to come and be crowned as Laureate—and another invitation, to the same effect, from Paris. xlii
1341. Goes to Naples, and thence to Rome, where he is crowned in the Capitol—repairs to Parma—death of Tommaso da Messina and James Colonna. xliii
1342. Goes as orator of the Roman people to Clement VI. at Avignon—Studies the Greek language under Barlaamo. xlviii
1343. Birth of his daughter Francesca—he writes his dialogues "De secreto conflictu curarum suarum"—is sent to Naples by Clement VI. and Cardinal Colonna—goes to Rome for a third and a fourth time—returns from Naples to Parma. li
1344. Continues to reside in Parma. lviii
1345. Leaves Parma, goes to Bologna, and thence to Verona—returns to Avignon. lviii
1346. Continues to live at Avignon—is elected canon of Parma. lix
1347. Revolution at Rome—Petrarch's connection with the Tribune—takes his fifth journey to Italy—repairs to Parma. lxiv
1348. Goes to Verona—death of Laura—he returns again to Parma—his autograph memorandum in the Milan copy of Virgil—visits Manfredi, Lord of Carpi, and James Carrara at Padua. lxvii
1349. Goes from Parma to Mantua and Ferrara—returns to Padua, and receives, probably in this year, a canonicate in Padua. lxxiii
1350. Is raised to the Archdeaconry of Parma—writes to the Emperor Charles IV.—goes to Rome, and, in going and returning, stops at Florence. lxxiii
1351. Writes to Andrea Dandolo with a view to reconcile the Venetians and Florentines—the Florentines decree the restoration of his paternal property, and send John Boccaccio to recall him to his country—he returns, for the sixth time, to Avignon—is consulted by the four Cardinals, who had been deputed to reform the government of Rome. lxxx
1352. Writes to Clement VI. the letter which excites against him the enmity of the medical tribe—begins writing his treatise "De Vita Solitaria." lxxxvii
1353. Visits his brother in the Carthusian monastery of Monte Rivo—writes his treatise "De Otio Religiosorum"—returns to Italy—takes up his abode with the Visconti—is sent by the Archbishop Visconti to Venice, to negotiate a peace between the Venetians and Genoese. xc
1354. Visits the Emperor at Mantua. xcix
1355. His embassy to the Emperor—publishes his "Invective against a Physician." xcix
1360. His embassy to John, King of France. cxii
1361. Leaves Milan and settles at Venice—gives his library to the Venetians. cxiii
1364. Writes for Lucchino del Verme his treatise "De Officio et Virtutibus Imperatoris." cxvii
1366. Writes to Urban V. imploring him to remove the Papal residence to Rome—finishes his treatise "De Remediis utriusque Fortunæ." cxviii
1368. Quits Venice—four young Venetians, either in this year or the preceding, promulgate a critical judgment against Petrarch—repairs to Pavia to negotiate peace between the Pope's Legate and the Visconti. cxix
1370. Sets out to visit the Pontiff—is taken ill at Ferrara—retires to Arquà among the Euganean hills. cxxii
1371. Writes his "Invectiva contra Gallum," and his "Epistle to Posterity." cxxiii
1372. Writes for Francesco da Carrara his essay "De Republica optime administranda." cxxx
1373. Is sent to Venice by Francesco da Carrara. cxxx
1374. Translates the Griseldis of Boccaccio—dies on the 18th of July in the same year. cxxxi

THE LIFE OF PETRARCH.

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The family of Petrarch was originally of Florence, where his ancestors held employments of trust and honour. Garzo, his great-grandfather, was a notary universally respected for his integrity and judgment. Though he had never devoted himself exclusively to letters, his literary opinion was consulted by men of learning. He lived to be a hundred and four years old, and died, like Plato, in the same bed in which he had been born.

Garzo left three sons, one of whom was the grandfather of Petrarch. Diminutives being customary to the Tuscan tongue, Pietro, the poet's father, was familiarly called Petracco, or little Peter. He, like his ancestors, was a notary, and not undistinguished for sagacity. He had several important commissions from government. At last, in the increasing conflicts between the Guelphs and the Ghibellines—or, as they now called themselves, the Blacks and the Whites—Petracco, like Dante, was obliged to fly from his native city, along with the other Florentines of the White party. He was unjustly accused of having officially issued a false deed, and was condemned, on the 20th of October, 1302, to pay a fine of one thousand lire, and to have his hand cut off, if that sum was not paid within ten days from the time he should be apprehended. Petracco fled, taking with him his wife, Eletta Canigiani, a lady of a distinguished family in Florence, several of whom had held the office of Gonfalonier.

Petracco and his wife first settled at Arezzo, a very ancient city of Tuscany. Hostilities did not cease between the Florentine factions till some years afterwards; and, in an attempt made by the Whites to take Florence by assault, Petracco was present with his party. They were repulsed. This action, which was fatal to their cause, took place in the night between the 19th and 20th days of July, 1304—the precise date of the birth of Petrarch.

During our poet's infancy, his family had still to struggle with an adverse fate; for his proscribed and wandering father was obliged to separate himself from his wife and child, in order to have the means of supporting them.

As the pretext for banishing Petracco was purely personal, Eletta, his wife, was not included in the sentence. She removed to a small property of her husband's, at Ancisa, fourteen miles from Florence, and took the little poet along with her, in the seventh month of his age. In their passage thither, both mother and child, together with their guide, had a narrow escape from being drowned in the Arno. Eletta entrusted her precious charge to a robust peasant, who, for fear of hurting the child, wrapt it in a swaddling cloth, and suspended it over his shoulder, in the same manner as Metabus is described by Virgil, in the eleventh book of the Æneid, to have carried his daughter Camilla. In passing the river, the horse of the guide, who carried Petrarch, stumbled, and sank down; and in their struggles to save him, both his sturdy bearer and the frantic parent were, like the infant itself, on the point of being drowned.

After Eletta had settled at Ancisa, Petracco often visited her by stealth, and the pledges of their affection were two other sons, one of whom died in childhood. The other, called Gherardo, was educated along with Petrarch. Petrarch remained with his mother at Ancisa for seven years.

The arrival of the Emperor, Henry VII., in Italy, revived the hopes of the banished Florentines; and Petracco, in order to wait the event, went to Pisa, whither he brought his wife and Francesco, who was now in his eighth year. Petracco remained with his family in Pisa for several months; but tired at last of fallacious hopes, and not daring to trust himself to the promises of the popular party, who offered to recall him to Florence, he sought an asylum in Avignon, a place to which many Italians were allured by the hopes of honours and gain at the papal residence. In this voyage, Petracco and his family were nearly shipwrecked off Marseilles.

But the numbers that crowded to Avignon, and its luxurious court, rendered that city an uncomfortable place for a family in slender circumstances. Petracco accordingly removed his household, in 1315, to Carpentras, a small quiet town, where living was cheaper than at Avignon. There, under the care of his mother, Petrarch imbibed his first instruction, and was taught by one Convennole da Prato as much grammar and logic as could be learned at his age, and more than could be learned by an ordinary disciple from so common-place a preceptor. This poor master, however, had sufficient intelligence to appreciate the genius of Petrarch, whom he esteemed and honoured beyond all his other pupils. On the other hand, his illustrious scholar aided him, in his old age and poverty, out of his scanty income.

Petrarch used to compare Convennole to a whetstone, which is blunt itself, but which sharpens others. His old master, however was sharp enough to overreach him in the matter of borrowing and lending. When the poet had collected a considerable library, Convennole paid him a visit, and, pretending to be engaged in something that required him to consult Cicero, borrowed a copy of one of the works of that orator, which was particularly valuable. He made excuses, from time to time, for not returning it; but Petrarch, at last, had too good reason to suspect that the old grammarian had pawned it. The poet would willingly have paid for redeeming it, but Convennole was so much ashamed, that he would not tell to whom it was pawned; and the precious manuscript was lost.

Petracco contracted an intimacy with Settimo, a Genoese, who was like himself, an exile for his political principles, and who fixed his abode at Avignon with his wife and his boy, Guido Settimo, who was about the same age with Petrarch. The two youths formed a friendship, which subsisted between them for life.

Petrarch manifested signs of extraordinary sensibility to the charms of nature in his childhood, both when he was at Carpentras and at Avignon. One day, when he was at the latter residence, a party was made up, to see the fountain of Vaucluse, a few leagues from Avignon. The little Francesco had no sooner arrived at the lovely landscape than he was struck with its beauties, and exclaimed, "Here, now, is a retirement suited to my taste, and preferable, in my eyes, to the greatest and most splendid cities."

A genius so fine as that of our poet could not servilely confine itself to the slow method of school learning, adapted to the intellects of ordinary boys. Accordingly, while his fellow pupils were still plodding through the first rudiments of Latin, Petrarch had recourse to the original writers, from whom the grammarians drew their authority, and particularly employed himself in perusing the works of Cicero. And, although he was, at this time, much too young to comprehend the full force of the orator's reasoning, he was so struck with the charms of his style, that he considered him the only true model in prose composition.

His father, who was himself something of a scholar, was pleased and astonished at this early proof of his good taste; he applauded his classical studies, and encouraged him to persevere in them; but, very soon, he imagined that he had cause to repent of his commendations. Classical learning was, in that age, regarded as a mere solitary accomplishment, and the law was the only road that led to honours and preferment. Petracco was, therefore, desirous to turn into that channel the brilliant qualities of his son; and for this purpose he sent him, at the age of fifteen, to the university of Montpelier. Petrarch remained there for four years, and attended lectures on law from some of the most famous professors of the science. But his prepossession for Cicero prevented him from much frequenting the dry and dusty walks of jurisprudence. In his epistle to posterity, he endeavours to justify this repugnance by other motives. He represents the abuses, the chicanery, and mercenary practices of the law, as inconsistent with every principle of candour and honesty.

When Petracco observed that his son made no great progress in his legal studies at Montpelier, he removed him, in 1323, to Bologna, celebrated for the study of the canon and civil law, probably imagining that the superior fame of the latter place might attract him to love the law. To Bologna Petrarch was accompanied by his brother Gherardo, and by his inseparable friend, young Guido Settimo.

But neither the abilities of the several professors in that celebrated academy, nor the strongest exhortations of his father, were sufficient to conquer the deeply-rooted aversion which our poet had conceived for the law. Accordingly, Petracco hastened to Bologna, that he might endeavour to check his son's indulgence in literature, which disconcerted his favourite designs. Petrarch, guessing at the motive of his arrival, hid the copies of Cicero, Virgil, and some other authors, which composed his small library, and to purchase which he had deprived himself of almost the necessaries of life. His father, however, soon discovered the place of their concealment, and threw them into the fire. Petrarch exhibited as much agony as if he had been himself the martyr of his father's resentment. Petracco was so much affected by his son's tears, that he rescued from the flames Cicero and Virgil, and, presenting them to Petrarch, he said, "Virgil will console you for the loss of your other MSS., and Cicero will prepare you for the study of the law."

It is by no means wonderful that a mind like Petrarch's could but ill relish the glosses of the Code and the commentaries on the Decretals.

At Bologna, however, he met with an accomplished literary man and no inelegant poet in one of the professors, who, if he failed in persuading Petrarch to make the law his profession, certainly quickened his relish and ambition for poetry. This man was Cino da Pistoia, who is esteemed by Italians as the most tender and harmonious lyric poet in the native language anterior to Petrarch.

During his residence at Bologna, Petrarch made an excursion as far as Venice, a city that struck him with enthusiastic admiration. In one of his letters he calls it "orbem alterum." Whilst Italy was harassed, he says, on all sides by continual dissensions, like the sea in a storm, Venice alone appeared like a safe harbour, which overlooked the tempest without feeling its commotion. The resolute and independent spirit of that republic made an indelible impression on Petrarch's heart. The young poet, perhaps, at this time little imagined that Venice was to be the last scene of his triumphant eloquence.

Soon after his return from Venice to Bologna, he received the melancholy intelligence of the death of his mother, in the thirty-eighth year of her age. Her age is known by a copy of verses which Petrarch wrote upon her death, the verses being the same in number as the years of her life. She had lived humble and retired, and had devoted herself to the good of her family; virtuous amidst the prevalence of corrupted manners, and, though a beautiful woman, untainted by the breath of calumny. Petrarch has repaid her maternal affection by preserving her memory from oblivion. Petracco did not long survive the death of this excellent woman. According to the judgment of our poet, his father was a man of strong character and understanding. Banished from his native country, and engaged in providing for his family, he was prevented by the scantiness of his fortune, and the cares of his situation, from rising to that eminence which he might have otherwise attained. But his admiration of Cicero, in an age when that author was universally neglected, was a proof of his superior mind.

Petrarch quitted Bologna upon the death of his father, and returned to Avignon, with his brother Gherardo, to collect the shattered remains of their father's property. Upon their arrival, they found their domestic affairs in a state of great disorder, as the executors of Petracco's will had betrayed the trust reposed in them, and had seized most of the effects of which they could dispose. Under these circumstances, Petrarch was most anxious for a MS. of Cicero, which his father had highly prized. "The guardians," he writes, "eager to appropriate what they esteemed the more valuable effects, had fortunately left this MS. as a thing of no value." Thus he owed to their ignorance this treatise, which he considered the richest portion of the inheritance left him by his father.

But, that inheritance being small, and not sufficient for the maintenance of the two brothers, they were obliged to think of some profession for their subsistence; they therefore entered the church; and Avignon was the place, of all others, where preferment was most easily obtained. John XXII. had fixed his residence entirely in that city since October, 1316, and had appropriated to himself the nomination to all the vacant benefices. The pretence for this appropriation was to prevent simony—in others, not in his Holiness—as the sale of benefices was carried by him to an enormous height. At every promotion to a bishopric, he removed other bishops; and, by the meanest impositions, soon amassed prodigious wealth. Scandalous emoluments, also, which arose from the sale of indulgences, were enlarged, if not invented, under his papacy, and every method of acquiring riches was justified which could contribute to feed his avarice. By these sordid means, he collected such sums, that, according to Villani, he left behind him, in the sacred treasury, twenty-five millions of florins, a treasure which Voltaire remarks is hardly credible.

The luxury and corruption which reigned in the Roman court at Avignon are fully displayed in some letters of Petrarch's, without either date or address. The partizans of that court, it is true, accuse him of prejudice and exaggeration. He painted, as they allege, the popes and cardinals in the gloomiest colouring. His letters contain the blackest catalogue of crimes that ever disgraced humanity.

Petrarch was twenty-two years of age when he settled at Avignon, a scene of licentiousness and profligacy. The luxury of the cardinals, and the pomp and riches of the papal court, were displayed in an extravagant profusion of feasts and ceremonies, which attracted to Avignon women of all ranks, among whom intrigue and gallantry were generally countenanced. Petrarch was by nature of a warm temperament, with vivid and susceptible passions, and strongly attached to the fair sex. We must not therefore be surprised if, with these dispositions, and in such a dissolute city, he was betrayed into some excesses. But these were the result of his complexion, and not of deliberate profligacy. He alludes to this subject in his Epistle to Posterity, with every appearance of truth and candour.

From his own confession, Petrarch seems to have been somewhat vain of his personal appearance during his youth, a venial foible, from which neither the handsome nor the homely, nor the wise nor the foolish, are exempt. It is amusing to find our own Milton betraying this weakness, in spite of all the surrounding strength of his character. In answering one of his slanderers, who had called him pale and cadaverous, the author of Paradise Lost appeals to all who knew him whether his complexion was not so fresh and blooming as to make him appear ten years younger than he really was.

Petrarch, when young, was so strikingly handsome, that he was frequently pointed at and admired as he passed along, for his features were manly, well-formed, and expressive, and his carriage was graceful and distinguished. He was sprightly in conversation, and his voice was uncommonly musical. His complexion was between brown and fair, and his eyes were bright and animated. His countenance was a faithful index of his heart.

He endeavoured to temper the warmth of his constitution by the regularity of his living and the plainness of his diet. He indulged little in either wine or sleep, and fed chiefly on fruits and vegetables.

In his early days he was nice and neat in his dress, even to a degree of affectation, which, in later life, he ridiculed when writing to his brother Gherardo. "Do you remember," he says, "how much care we employed in the lure of dressing our persons; when we traversed the streets, with what attention did we not avoid every breath of wind which might discompose our hair; and with what caution did we not prevent the least speck of dirt from soiling our garments!"

This vanity, however, lasted only during his youthful days. And even then neither attention to his personal appearance, nor his attachment to the fair sex, nor his attendance upon the great, could induce Petrarch to neglect his own mental improvement, for, amidst all these occupations, he found leisure for application, and devoted himself to the cultivation of his favourite pursuits of literature.

Inclined by nature to moral philosophy, he was guided by the reading of Cicero and Seneca to that profound knowledge of the human heart, of the duties of others and of our own duties, which shows itself in all his writings. Gifted with a mind full of enthusiasm for poetry, he learned from Virgil elegance and dignity in versification. But he had still higher advantages from the perusal of Livy. The magnanimous actions of Roman heroes so much excited the soul of Petrarch, that he thought the men of his own age light and contemptible.

His first compositions were in Latin: many motives, however, induced him to compose in the vulgar tongue, as Italian was then called, which, though improved by Dante, was still, in many respects, harsh and inelegant, and much in want of new beauties. Petrarch wrote for the living, and for that portion of the living who were least of all to be fascinated by the language of the dead. Latin might be all very well for inscriptions on mausoleums, but it was not suited for the ears of beauty and the bowers of love. The Italian language acquired, under his cultivation, increased elegance and richness, so that the harmony of his style has contributed to its beauty. He did not, however, attach himself solely to Italian, but composed much in Latin, which he reserved for graver, or, as he considered, more important subjects. His compositions in Latin are—Africa, an epic poem; his Bucolics, containing twelve eclogues; and three books of epistles.

Petrarch's greatest obstacles to improvement arose from the scarcity of authors whom he wished to consult—for the manuscripts of the writers of the Augustan age were, at that time, so uncommon, that many could not be procured, and many more of them could not be purchased under the most extravagant price. This scarcity of books had checked the dawning light of literature. The zeal of our poet, however, surmounted all these obstacles, for he was indefatigable in collecting and copying many of the choicest manuscripts; and posterity is indebted to him for the possession of many valuable writings, which were in danger of being lost through the carelessness or ignorance of the possessors.