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Canzoniere 11

by Francesco Petrarca

0.8778 − 0.3666i

Drawing the boundary…

My Collier Laddie

by Robert Burns

0.8779 − 0.4022i

Drawing the boundary…

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Canzoniere 11

by Francesco Petrarca

Lassare il velo o per sole o per ombra,
donna, non vi vid'io
poi che in me conosceste il gran desio
ch'ogni altra voglia d'entr'al cor mi sgombra.

Mentr'io portava i be' pensier' celati,
ch'ànno la mente desïando morta,
vidivi di pietate ornare il volto;
ma poi ch'Amor di me vi fece accorta,

fuor i biondi capelli allor velati,
et l'amoroso sguardo in sé raccolto.
Quel ch'i' piú desiava in voi m'è tolto:

sí mi governa il velo
che per mia morte, et al caldo et al gielo,
de' be' vostr'occhi il dolce lume adombra.

My Collier Laddie

by Robert Burns

Where live ye, my bonnie lass?
An' tell me what they ca' ye;
My name, she says, is Mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier Laddie.
My name she says, is Mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier Laddie.

See you not yon hills and dales,
The sun shines on sae brawlie!
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.

Ye shall gang in gay attire,
Weel buskit up sae gaudy;
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie.

Tho' ye had a' the sun shines on,
And the earth conceals sae lowly;
I wad turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my Collier Laddie.
I wad turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my Collier Laddie.

I can win my five pennies a day,
And spen't at night fu' brawlie;
And make my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier Laddie.
And make my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier Laddie.

Luve for luve is the bargain for me,
Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me;
And the world before me to win my bread,
And fair fa' my Collier Laddie.
And the world before me to win my bread,
And fair fa' my Collier Laddie.

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