Grazie ch'a pochi il ciel largo destina:
rara vertú, non già d'umana gente,
sotto biondi capei canuta mente,
e 'n humil donna alta beltà divina;
leggiadria singulare et pellegrina,
e 'l cantar che ne l'anima si sente,
l'andar celeste, e 'l vago spirto ardente,
ch'ogni dur rompe et ogni altezza inchina;
e que' belli occhi che i cor' fanno smalti,
possenti a rischiarar abisso et notti,
et tôrre l'alme a' corpi, et darle altrui;
col dir pien d'intellecti dolci et alti,
co i sospiri soave-mente rotti:
da questi magi transformato fui.
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Graces that heaven hardly bestows widely:
rare virtue, not of our human race,
a wise head under a mass of blonde hair,
high divine beauty in a humble girl:
a singular and foreign gracefulness,
a singing voice that the heart can feel,
heavenly action, and a clear ardent spirit,
to defeat all harshness, and make pride bow down:
and those lovely eyes that dazzle the heart,
able to lighten the abyss and the night,
tear soul from body, and grant it to another:
with speech full of sweet and noble intellect,
with sighs that are so sweetly broken:
I was transformed by magic such as this.
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