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“I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.”

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Petrarch
Petrarch

Petrarch, a renowned Italian poet of the Renaissance era, is known as the father of humanism. Born on July 20, 1304, and died on July 19, 1374, his lyrical poetry and humanist thoughts had a profound impact on later generations. more

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