Here is the Italian sonnet by Petrarch:
Those eyes, 'neath which my passionate rapture rose, The arms, hands, feet, the beauty that erewhile Could my own soul from its own self beguile, And in a separate world of dreams enclose, The hair's bright tresses, full of golden glows, And the soft lightning of the angelic smile That changed this earth to some celestial isle, Are now but dust, poor dust, that nothing knows. And yet I live! Myself I grieve and scorn, Left dark without the light I loved in vain, Adrift in tempest on a bark forlorn; Dead is the source of all my amorous strain, Dry is the channel of my thoughts outworn, And my sad harp can sound but notes of pain.
D.The octave builds an idea about love, while the sestet comments on that idea.
<span> dr. jekyll wrote the letter that he claims was written by mr. hyde.</span>
Explanation:
Judging someone/something on the outside can lead to something completely different in the inside.
Thats what I think.
Answer: Your right, all is correct
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