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Presented to all lovers of old
english poetry by Hans Dieter Steudel:

Sonnet
Dante Alighery

Love reigns serenely in my lady's eyes,
ennobling everything she looks upon;
towards her, when she passes, all men turn,
and he whom she salutes feels his heart fail;

so that, with drooping countenance, and pale,
he then because of his shortcomings sighs:
before her, pride retreats and anger flies:
assist me, ladies, now to honor her.

All sweetness, all humility of thought
stir in the heart of him who hears her speak;
and he who sees her first is blest indeed.

And when she smiles her beauty is such as
cannot be told, nor in the memory held,
so fair, so new a miracle it is.


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