I have decided to have some fun. I have written two Eugene Onegin sonnets on Fortune's Wheel. However, when the lines are put side by side (which space considerations will not allow me to do), they form a Trigee and when they put together and broken into seven four-line stanzas they form a partenza represa. I will give you the two sonnets followed by the partenza represa. I hope you enjoy. Incidentally, the stanzas of the partenza are also linked and the partenza begins and ends with the same three words.
Dame Fortune's wheel turns in all things
Her quiet hand informs all life;
To rise and fall the planet swings
On her command, all joy and strife.
Her call reverberates in each,
Her subtle sway, her endless reach,
Her heartless way to give and take,
To steal all hope, and for whose sake?
The hangman's rope is kinder still.
Yet she can lift as well as raze
Her playthings' dreams, and in her ways
She sorts and schemes, makes real her will
To murder swift; all that she owns
Could not appeal this heart of stones.
In all things move her quiet hand:
All life is made to rise and fall.
The planet swings on her command,
All joy and strife are at her call.
In each is felt her subtle sway,
Her endless reach, her heartless way
To give and take, to steal all hope
And for whose sake, the hangman's rope?
Still, if she kills, yet she can lift
As well as raze her playthings' dreams,
And in her ways she sorts and schemes,
Her will to raze, to murder swift.
All that she owns could not appeal
This heart of stones, Dame Fortune's wheel.
Dame Fortune's wheel turns in all things
In all things move her quiet hand
Her quiet hand informs all life
All life is made to rise and fall.
To rise and fall the planet swings
The planet swings on her command
On her command all joy and strife;
All joy and strife are at her call.
Her call reverberates in each
In each is felt her subtle sway
Her subtle sway, her endless reach
Her endless reach, her heartless way.
Her heartless way to give and take,
To give and take, to steal all hope,
To steal all hope, and for whose sake?
And for whose sake, the hangman's rope.
The hangman's rope is kinder still.
Still, if she kills, yet she can lift
Yet she can lift as well as raze
As well as raze her playthings' dreams
Her playthings' dreams, and in her ways
And in her ways she sorts and schemes
She sorts and schemes, makes real her will
Her will to raze, to murder swift.
To murder swift all that she owns
All that she owns could not appeal
Could not appeal this heart of stones
This heart of stones, Dame Fortune's wheel.
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