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Me Against The Music [Rishi Rich's Desi Kulcha Remix]

Britney:All my people in the crowd
Grab a partner take it down
It's me against the music
Madonna: Uh-ha
Britney: It's just me
Madonna: And me.
Britney: Yeah
Madonna: C'mon
Brintey: Hu!
Madonna: Hey Britney.
Britney: Are you ready?
Madonna: Uh-ha. Are you?
Britney: Uh
Madonna: When no-one cares
Britney: It's whipping my hair
It's pulling my waist
Madonna: To hell with stares
Britney: The sweat is dripping all over my face
Madonna: And no-one's there
Britney: I'm the only one dancin up in this place
Madonna: Tonight I'm here
Britney: For the beat of the drum gotta get with that base
BRIDGE
I'm up against the speaker
Tryna take on the music
It's like a competition
wanna get in the beat
I wanna get IN THE ZONE
I wanna get IN THE ZONE
If you really wanna battle
Saddle up n get the rhythm
Try to hit it
Chic-a-taa
In a minute Im'a' tak you on
Im'a' taka you on
Hey, hey, hey!
CHORUS
All my people on the floor
Let me see you dance
All my people wanting more
Let me see you dance
All my people round and round
Let me see you dance
All my people in the crowd
Let me see you dance
I wanna see you
how would you like a friendly competition?
Let's take on the song
Let's take on the song
It's you and me baby we're the music

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I Like You The Way You Are (Don't Change Your Love)

MICAHEL JACKSON feat. BRITNEY SPEARS
the way you make me feel
(Live at Michael Jackson's 30th Anniversary Concert Tribute)
MICHAEL:
Hey pretty baby with the high heels on
You give me fever like I've never, ever known
I feel your fever from miles around
I'll pick you up in my car and we'll paint the town
Just kiss me baby and tell me twice
That you're the one for
MICHAEL:
The way you make me feel, babe
You really turn me on
You knock me off of my feet
Hee
My lonely days are gone
Ooh
[MICHAEL] (BRITNEY):
(I like the feeling you're giving me)
(Just hold me closer baby, I'm in ecstasy)
[Oh, I'll be working from nine to five]
[To buy you things to keep you by my side]
(I never felt so in love before)
(Just promise baby, you'll love me forevermore)
[(I swear I'm keeping you satisfied)]
[(Cuz you're the one for me)]
[MICHAEL] (BRITNEY):
[The way you make me feel]
(The way you make me feel)
[You really turn me on]
(You really turn me on)
[You knock me off of my feet]
[Now baby, hee]
(You knock me off of my feet)
[My lonely days are gone]
(My lonely days are gone)
[Ooh]
[MICHAEL] (BRITNEY):
[Go on girl]
(I never felt so in love before)
[Promise baby, you'll love me forevermore]
(I swear I'm keeping you satisfied)
[(Cuz you're the one for me)]
[MICHAEL] (BRITNEY):
[The way you make me feel]
(The way you make me feel)
[(You really turn me on)]
(You really turn me on)
[(You knock me off of my feet darling)]
[Now baby, hee]

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Me Against The Music

(britney) its me against the music
(madonna) uh huh
(britney) its just me
(madonna) and me
(britney) yeah
(madonna) c'mon
(madonna) hey britney?
(britney) are you ready?
(madonna) uh huh, are you?
no one cares its whipping my, hair its pulling my waist
to hell with stares the sweat is dripping
all over my face
and no ones there im the only one dancin
up in this place
tonite im here feel the beat of the drum
gotta get with that base
im up against the speaker trying to take on the
music its like a competition me against the beat i
wanna get in the zone a wanna get in the zone
if ya really wanna battle saddle up and get your rhythm tryin' to hit
it, chic-a-taa you in a minute im a take u on, im a take u on
hey, hey, hey
CHORUS
all my people on the floor
let me see you dance, let me see ya
all my people wantin' more
let me see u dance, let me see ya
all my people round and round
let me see ya dance, let me see ya
all my people in the crowd
let me see ya dance, i wanna see ya
so how would u like a friendly competiton
lets take on the song, lets take on the song
it's u and me baby were the music
time to party all night long, all night long
were almost here
im feelin' it bad and i can't explain
my soul is bare
my hips are movin' at a rapid pace
baby feel it burn
from the tip of my toes, runnin' through my veins
and now's ur turn
let me see what ya got don't hesitate
im up against the speaker, tryin' to take on the music
its like a competitin, me against the beat
i wanna get in the zone, i wanna get in the zone
if u really wanna battle saddle up and get ur rhythm
tryin' to hit it chic-a-taa in a minute
im a take u on, im a take u on
hey, hey, hey

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Like A Virgin/Hollywood Medley

Britney Spears:
I made it through the wilderness.
Somehow I made it through. Didn't
Know how lost I was until I found
You. I was beat incomplete. I've
Been had. I was sad and blue but
You made me feel, yeah, you
Made me feel shiny and new.
Christina Aguilera:
Like a virgin, ooooh, touched for
The very first time. Like a virgin
With your heartbeat next to mine.
Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera:
Like a virgin, oooh, touched for
The very first time. Like a virgin
With your heartbreat next to mine.
Like a virgin. Ooooh, like a virgin.
Feels so good inside.
Madonna:
Everybody comes to Hollywood.
They wanna make it in the
Neighborhood. They like the
Smell of it in Hollywood. How
Could it hurt you when it looks
So good?
Madonna, Britney Spears, and Christina Aguilera:
Shine your light now. This time
It's got to be good. You'll get it
Right now, yeah, 'cause you're in
Hollywood.
Missy Elliott:
Is it worth it? Let me work it. I put
My thing down, flip it, and reverse
It. Its your fremme neppa venette.
It's your fremme neppa venette.
Is it worth it? Let me work it. I put
My thing down, flip it, and reverse
It. Its your fremme neppa venette.
It's your fremme neppa venette.
Madonna, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Missy Elliott:
Shine your light now. This time
It's got to be good. You'll get it
Right now, yeah, 'cause you're in
Hollywood.
Madonna, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Missy Elliott:
Shine your light now. This time
It's got to be good. You'll get it
Right now, yeah, 'cause you're in
Hollywood.
Madonna, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Missy Elliott:

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The Tower Beyond Tragedy

I
You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
burning-flower from Sparta, the beautiful sea-flower
Cut in clear stone, crowned with the fragrant golden mane, she
the ageless, the uncontaminable-
This Clytemnestra was her sister, low-statured, fierce-lipped, not
dark nor blonde, greenish-gray-eyed,
Sinewed with strength, you saw, under the purple folds of the
queen-cloak, but craftier than queenly,
Standing between the gilded wooden porch-pillars, great steps of
stone above the steep street,
Awaiting the King.
Most of his men were quartered on the town;
he, clanking bronze, with fifty
And certain captives, came to the stair. The Queen's men were
a hundred in the street and a hundred
Lining the ramp, eighty on the great flags of the porch; she
raising her white arms the spear-butts
Thundered on the stone, and the shields clashed; eight shining
clarions
Let fly from the wide window over the entrance the wildbirds of
their metal throats, air-cleaving
Over the King come home. He raised his thick burnt-colored
beard and smiled; then Clytemnestra,
Gathering the robe, setting the golden-sandaled feet carefully,
stone by stone, descended
One half the stair. But one of the captives marred the comeliness
of that embrace with a cry
Gull-shrill, blade-sharp, cutting between the purple cloak and
the bronze plates, then Clytemnestra:
Who was it? The King answered: A piece of our goods out of
the snatch of Asia, a daughter of the king,
So treat her kindly and she may come into her wits again. Eh,
you keep state here my queen.
You've not been the poorer for me.- In heart, in the widowed
chamber, dear, she pale replied, though the slaves
Toiled, the spearmen were faithful. What's her name, the slavegirl's?
AGAMEMNON Come up the stair. They tell me my kinsman's
Lodged himself on you.
CLYTEMNESTRA Your cousin Aegisthus? He was out of refuge,
flits between here and Tiryns.
Dear: the girl's name?
AGAMEMNON Cassandra. We've a hundred or so other
captives; besides two hundred
Rotted in the hulls, they tell odd stories about you and your
guest: eh? no matter: the ships
Ooze pitch and the August road smokes dirt, I smell like an
old shepherd's goatskin, you'll have bath-water?
CLYTEMNESTRA
They're making it hot. Come, my lord. My hands will pour it.

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Like A Virgin / Hollywood Medley (feat. Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears & Missy Elliott) (2003: M

Britney Spears:
I made it through the wilderness. Somehow I
Made it through. Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you. I was beat incomplete.
I've been had. I was sad and blue, but you
Made me feel, yeah, you made me feel shiny
And new. Oh, oh.
Christina Aguilera:
Like a virgin, ooooh, touched for the very
First time, oh. Like a virgin when your
Heart beats next to mine, oh oh oooh yeah.
Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears:
Oooooh. Oooooh. Oooooh.
Madonna:
Everybody comes to Hollywood. They wanna
Make it in the neighborhood. They like the
Smell of it in Hollywood. How could it hurt
You when it looks so good?
Madonna:
Everybody comes to Hollywood. They wanna
Make it in the neighborhood. They like the
Smell of it in Hollywood. How could it hurt
You when it looks so good?
Madonna, Christina Aguilera, and Britney Spears:
Shine your light now. This time it's got to
Be good. You'll get it right now, yeah, 'cause
You're in Hollywood. You're in Hollywood.
Madonna:
Everybody comes to Hollywood. They wanna
Make it in the neighborhood. They like the
Smell of it in Hollywood. How could it hurt
You when it looks so good?
Missy Elliott:
Yo! Yo! Yo! Who that be? Missy Elliott, M.I.C.
I works it and I works it. Can I flip my thing
And reverse it? Come on! Go! Go 'head. Go! Go
'Head! I works it and I works it. Can I flip
My thing and reverse it? Come on! Go! Go 'head!
Go! Go 'head. Party people, we'll show you how
To work that. Where you at, Madonna?
Madonna:
Trip the station! Change the channel!
Madonna:
Hollywood. Hollywood. How could it hurt you
When it looks so good? Hollywood. Hollywoood.
How could it hurt you when it looks so good?
Madonna, Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, and Missy Elliott:
Hollywood. Hollywood. How could it hurt you
When it looks so good? Hollywood. Hollywoood.
How could it hurt you when it looks so good?

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The Odyssey: Book 22

Then Ulysses tore off his rags, and sprang on to the broad
pavement with his bow and his quiver full of arrows. He shed the
arrows on to the ground at his feet and said, "The mighty contest is
at an end. I will now see whether Apollo will vouchsafe it to me to
hit another mark which no man has yet hit."
On this he aimed a deadly arrow at Antinous, who was about to take
up a two-handled gold cup to drink his wine and already had it in
his hands. He had no thought of death- who amongst all the revellers
would think that one man, however brave, would stand alone among so
many and kill him? The arrow struck Antinous in the throat, and the
point went clean through his neck, so that he fell over and the cup
dropped from his hand, while a thick stream of blood gushed from his
nostrils. He kicked the table from him and upset the things on it,
so that the bread and roasted meats were all soiled as they fell
over on to the ground. The suitors were in an uproar when they saw
that a man had been hit; they sprang in dismay one and all of them
from their seats and looked everywhere towards the walls, but there
was neither shield nor spear, and they rebuked Ulysses very angrily.
"Stranger," said they, "you shall pay for shooting people in this way:
om yi you shall see no other contest; you are a doomed man; he whom
you have slain was the foremost youth in Ithaca, and the vultures
shall devour you for having killed him."
Thus they spoke, for they thought that he had killed Antinous by
mistake, and did not perceive that death was hanging over the head
of every one of them. But Ulysses glared at them and said:
"Dogs, did you think that I should not come back from Troy? You have
wasted my substance, have forced my women servants to lie with you,
and have wooed my wife while I was still living. You have feared
neither Cod nor man, and now you shall die."
They turned pale with fear as he spoke, and every man looked round
about to see whither he might fly for safety, but Eurymachus alone
spoke.
"If you are Ulysses," said he, "then what you have said is just.
We have done much wrong on your lands and in your house. But
Antinous who was the head and front of the offending lies low already.
It was all his doing. It was not that he wanted to marry Penelope;
he did not so much care about that; what he wanted was something quite
different, and Jove has not vouchsafed it to him; he wanted to kill
your son and to be chief man in Ithaca. Now, therefore, that he has
met the death which was his due, spare the lives of your people. We
will make everything good among ourselves, and pay you in full for all
that we have eaten and drunk. Each one of us shall pay you a fine
worth twenty oxen, and we will keep on giving you gold and bronze till
your heart is softened. Until we have done this no one can complain of
your being enraged against us."
Ulysses again glared at him and said, "Though you should give me all
that you have in the world both now and all that you ever shall
have, I will not stay my hand till I have paid all of you in full. You
must fight, or fly for your lives; and fly, not a man of you shall."
Their hearts sank as they heard him, but Eurymachus again spoke

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Book VI: Ethandune, the Slaying of the Chiefs

As the sea flooding the flat sands
Flew on the sea-born horde,
The two hosts shocked with dust and din,
Left of the Latian paladin,
Clanged all Prince Harold's howling kin
On Colan and the sword.

Crashed in the midst on Marcus,
Ogier with Guthrum by,
And eastward of such central stir,
Far to the right and faintlier,
The house of Elf the harp-player,
Struck Eldred's with a cry.

The centre swat for weariness,
Stemming the screaming horde,
And wearily went Colan's hands
That swung King Alfred's sword.

But like a cloud of morning
To eastward easily,
Tall Eldred broke the sea of spears
As a tall ship breaks the sea.

His face like a sanguine sunset,
His shoulder a Wessex down,
His hand like a windy hammer-stroke;
Men could not count the crests he broke,
So fast the crests went down.

As the tall white devil of the Plague
Moves out of Asian skies,
With his foot on a waste of cities
And his head in a cloud of flies;

Or purple and peacock skies grow dark
With a moving locust-tower;
Or tawny sand-winds tall and dry,
Like hell's red banners beat and fly,
When death comes out of Araby,
Was Eldred in his hour.

But while he moved like a massacre
He murmured as in sleep,
And his words were all of low hedges
And little fields and sheep.

Even as he strode like a pestilence,
That strides from Rhine to Rome,
He thought how tall his beans might be

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto VI.

I.
O who, that shared them, ever shall forget
The emotions of the spirit-rousing time,
When breathless in the mart the couriers met,
Early and late, at evening and at prime;
When the loud cannon and the merry chime
Hail'd news on news, as field on field was won,
When Hope, long doubtful, soar'd at length sublime,
And our glad eyes, awake as day begun,
Watch'd Joy's broad banner rise, to meet the rising sun!
O these were hours, when thrilling joy repaid
A long, long course of darkness, doubts, and fears!
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delay'd,
The waste, the woe, the bloodshed, and the tears,
That track'd with terror twenty rolling years,
All was forgot in that blithe jubilee!
Her downcast eye even pale Affliction rears,
To sigh a thankful prayer, amid the glee,
That hail'd the Despot's fall, and peace and liberty!

Such news o'er Scotland's hills triumphant rode,
When 'gainst the invaders turn'd the battle's scale,
When Bruce's banner had victorious flow'd
O'er Loudoun's mountain, and in Ury's vale;
And fiery English blood oft deluged Douglas-dale,
And fiery Edward routed stout St. John,
When Randolph's war-cry swell'd the southern gale,
And many a fortress, town, and tower, was won,
And fame still sounded forth fresh deeds of glory done.

II.
Blithe tidings flew from baron's tower,
To peasant's cot, to forest-bower,
And waked the solitary cell,
Where lone Saint Bride's recluses dwell.
Princess no more, fair Isabel,
A vot'ress of the order now,
Say, did the rule that bid thee wear
Dim veil and wollen scapulare,
And reft thy locks of dark-brown hair,
That stern and rigid vow,
Did it condemn the transport high,
Which glisten'd in thy watery eye,
When minstrel or when palmer told
Each fresh exploit of Bruce the bold?-
And whose the lovely form, that shares
Thy anxious hopes, thy fears, thy prayers?
No sister she of convent shade;
So say these locks in lengthen'd braid,
So say the blushes and the sighs,

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Me Against Music (feat. Madonna)

All the people in the crowd
Grab a partner, take it down
When no one cares
It's pullin my hair, it's pullin my waist
To hell with stares
The sweat is drippin all over my face
And no one's there
I'm the only one dancin up in this place
Tonight I'm here
For the beat of the drum, gotta keep it that way
I'm up against a speaker, tryna take on the music
It's like a competition, me against the beat
I wanna get in the zone
I wanna get in the zone
If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm
Tryna hit a chic-a-ta, in a minute
Ima take you on
Ima take you on
Hey hey hey
All my people on the floor
Let me see you dance
All my people wantin more
Let me see you dance
All my people, round and round
Let me see you dance
All my people in the crowd
Let me see you dance
How would you like a friendly competition? Let's take on the song
(Let's take on the song, let's take on my song)
It's you and me, baby, and the music, time to party all night long
(All night long, ho)
We're almost there
I'm feelin it bad, and I can't explain
My soul is bare
My hips are movin at a rapid pace
Can you feel it burn?
From the tip of my toes runnin through my veins
And now it's your turn
Lemme see what you got, don't hesitate
I'm up against a speaker, tryna take on the music
It's like a competition, me against the beat
I wanna get in the zone
I wanna get in the zone
If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm
Tryna hit a chic-a-ta, in a minute
Ima take you on
Ima take you on
Hey hey hey
All my people on the floor
Let me see you dance

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The Iliad: Book 13

Now when Jove had thus brought Hector and the Trojans to the
ships, he left them to their never-ending toil, and turned his keen
eyes away, looking elsewhither towards the horse-breeders of Thrace,
the Mysians, fighters at close quarters, the noble Hippemolgi, who
live on milk, and the Abians, justest of mankind. He no longer
turned so much as a glance towards Troy, for he did not think that any
of the immortals would go and help either Trojans or Danaans.
But King Neptune had kept no blind look-out; he had been looking
admiringly on the battle from his seat on the topmost crests of wooded
Samothrace, whence he could see all Ida, with the city of Priam and
the ships of the Achaeans. He had come from under the sea and taken
his place here, for he pitied the Achaeans who were being overcome
by the Trojans; and he was furiously angry with Jove.
Presently he came down from his post on the mountain top, and as
he strode swiftly onwards the high hills and the forest quaked beneath
the tread of his immortal feet. Three strides he took, and with the
fourth he reached his goal- Aegae, where is his glittering golden
palace, imperishable, in the depths of the sea. When he got there,
he yoked his fleet brazen-footed steeds with their manes of gold all
flying in the wind; he clothed himself in raiment of gold, grasped his
gold whip, and took his stand upon his chariot. As he went his way
over the waves the sea-monsters left their lairs, for they knew
their lord, and came gambolling round him from every quarter of the
deep, while the sea in her gladness opened a path before his
chariot. So lightly did the horses fly that the bronze axle of the car
was not even wet beneath it; and thus his bounding steeds took him
to the ships of the Achaeans.
Now there is a certain huge cavern in the depths of the sea midway
between Tenedos and rocky Imbrus; here Neptune lord of the
earthquake stayed his horses, unyoked them, and set before them
their ambrosial forage. He hobbled their feet with hobbles of gold
which none could either unloose or break, so that they might stay
there in that place until their lord should return. This done he
went his way to the host of the Achaeans.
Now the Trojans followed Hector son of Priam in close array like a
storm-cloud or flame of fire, fighting with might and main and raising
the cry battle; for they deemed that they should take the ships of the
Achaeans and kill all their chiefest heroes then and there.
Meanwhile earth-encircling Neptune lord of the earthquake cheered on
the Argives, for he had come up out of the sea and had assumed the
form and voice of Calchas.
First he spoke to the two Ajaxes, who were doing their best already,
and said, "Ajaxes, you two can be the saving of the Achaeans if you
will put out all your strength and not let yourselves be daunted. I am
not afraid that the Trojans, who have got over the wall in force, will
be victorious in any other part, for the Achaeans can hold all of them
in check, but I much fear that some evil will befall us here where
furious Hector, who boasts himself the son of great Jove himself, is
leading them on like a pillar of flame. May some god, then, put it
into your hearts to make a firm stand here, and to incite others to do

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The Missionary - Canto Seventh

The watchman on the tower his bugle blew,
And swelling to the morn the streamers flew;
The rampart-guns a dread alarum gave,
Smoke rolled, and thunder echoed o'er the wave;
When, starting from his couch, Valdivia cried,
What tidings? Of the tribes! a scout replied;
Ev'n now, prepared thy bulwarks to assail,
Their gathering numbers darken all the vale!
Valdivia called to the attendant youth,
Philip, he cried, belike thy words have truth;
The formidable host, by holy James,
Might well appal our priests and city dames!
Dost thou not fear? Nay--dost thou not reply?
Now by the rood, and all the saints on high,
I hold it sin that thou shouldst lift thy hand
Against thy brothers in thy native land!
But, as thou saidst, those mighty enemies
Me and my feeble legions would despise.
Yes, by our holy lady, thou shalt ride,
Spectator of their prowess, by my side!
Come life, come death, our battle shall display
Its ensigns to the earliest beam of day!
With louder summons ring the rampart-bell,
And haste the shriving father from his cell;
A soldier's heart rejoices in alarms:
And let the trump at midnight sound to arms!
And now, obedient to the chief's commands,
The gray-haired priest before the soldier stands.
Father, Valdivia cried, fierce are our foes,--
The last event of war GOD only knows;--
Let mass be sung; father, this very night
I would attend the high and holy rite.
Yet deem not that I doubt of victory,
Or place defeat or death before mine eye;
It blenches not! But, whatsoe'er befall,
Good father, I would part in peace with all.
So, tell Lautaro--his ingenuous mind
Perhaps may grieve, if late I seemed unkind:--
Hear my heart speak, though far from virtue's way
Ambition's lure hath led my steps astray,
No wanton exercise of barbarous power
Harrows my shrinking conscience at this hour.
If hasty passions oft my spirit fire,
They flash a moment and the next expire;
Lautaro knows it. There is somewhat more:
I would not, here--here, on this distant shore
(Should they, the Indian multitudes, prevail,
And this good sword and these firm sinews fail)
Amid my deadly enemies be found,
'Unhouseled, ananealed,' upon the ground,

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poem by William Lisle Bowles
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Britney

A woman with passion,
blessed with Multitasking,
A lady with ultimate progression,
stepped up with hard working.
A Daughter of talent,
With shiny past, present and future,
A girl who is perfect and brilliant,
Hats off to her creative ideas and humor.
This caliber being is none other than Britney Spears,
We all appreciate her in our own way,
As for complimenting Britney- let us cheers,
Britney is the beauty of artistry is all I want to say.

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The Iliad: Book 5

Then Pallas Minerva put valour into the heart of Diomed, son of
Tydeus, that he might excel all the other Argives, and cover himself
with glory. She made a stream of fire flare from his shield and helmet
like the star that shines most brilliantly in summer after its bath in
the waters of Oceanus- even such a fire did she kindle upon his head
and shoulders as she bade him speed into the thickest hurly-burly of
the fight.
Now there was a certain rich and honourable man among the Trojans,
priest of Vulcan, and his name was Dares. He had two sons, Phegeus and
Idaeus, both of them skilled in all the arts of war. These two came
forward from the main body of Trojans, and set upon Diomed, he being
on foot, while they fought from their chariot. When they were close up
to one another, Phegeus took aim first, but his spear went over
Diomed's left shoulder without hitting him. Diomed then threw, and his
spear sped not in vain, for it hit Phegeus on the breast near the
nipple, and he fell from his chariot. Idaeus did not dare to
bestride his brother's body, but sprang from the chariot and took to
flight, or he would have shared his brother's fate; whereon Vulcan
saved him by wrapping him in a cloud of darkness, that his old
father might not be utterly overwhelmed with grief; but the son of
Tydeus drove off with the horses, and bade his followers take them
to the ships. The Trojans were scared when they saw the two sons of
Dares, one of them in fright and the other lying dead by his
chariot. Minerva, therefore, took Mars by the hand and said, "Mars,
Mars, bane of men, bloodstained stormer of cities, may we not now
leave the Trojans and Achaeans to fight it out, and see to which of
the two Jove will vouchsafe the victory? Let us go away, and thus
avoid his anger."
So saying, she drew Mars out of the battle, and set him down upon
the steep banks of the Scamander. Upon this the Danaans drove the
Trojans back, and each one of their chieftains killed his man. First
King Agamemnon flung mighty Odius, captain of the Halizoni, from his
chariot. The spear of Agamemnon caught him on the broad of his back,
just as he was turning in flight; it struck him between the
shoulders and went right through his chest, and his armour rang
rattling round him as he fell heavily to the ground.
Then Idomeneus killed Phaesus, son of Borus the Meonian, who had
come from Varne. Mighty Idomeneus speared him on the right shoulder as
he was mounting his chariot, and the darkness of death enshrouded
him as he fell heavily from the car.
The squires of Idomeneus spoiled him of his armour, while
Menelaus, son of Atreus, killed Scamandrius the son of Strophius, a
mighty huntsman and keen lover of the chase. Diana herself had
taught him how to kill every kind of wild creature that is bred in
mountain forests, but neither she nor his famed skill in archery could
now save him, for the spear of Menelaus struck him in the back as he
was flying; it struck him between the shoulders and went right through
his chest, so that he fell headlong and his armour rang rattling round
him.
Meriones then killed Phereclus the son of Tecton, who was the son of

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Britney Spears: Youth Talent Exploitation

Britney Spears
youth talents
immortal famous

choreography glorious
fans adore worship us
betrayed by lotus eaters

Britney Spears now
she never knew
who she innately was

the body beautiful
with make up right
looks to burn kill

being everything
she is posed to be
except talent incarnate

for gloss image sold
another piece of pie
taste uneaten spoiling

until dark hollow emptiness
swallows her staged soul
sucked in by mirror images

therefore where to look
for sense of self reality
video constructions beyond?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Quite silly but accurate pop star rhymes

Billy Joel
In a Begging Bowl
All full of holes
I'm not bowled
Over. Hair is coal
He should be
On the Dole
With a face
Like a mole.

Mick Jagger
Is a beer blagger
Appeared on Saga
Gives Jerry daggers
Tight pants, a nagger
A bum bum waggler

Hearsay
Go away don't come
Again another day
As sick and cheap as
Milk Tray
Put them on a one way
Road to Pop history Mandalay
Stupid swaying can't we slay?

Elton John
Thumpy piano hair gone
Plumpy faced as Simon le Bon
Not sci-fi like film Tron
Or as electric as a Positron
Weighs a great deal a ton
Silly glasses spangles upon

Steps
Are Schweppes
All Peps
But no TESSAS
How they wept
When a flea crept
Onto their hair swept

Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera
Spear of Destiny with no quiff
Spare us Britney Spears
Even after a few beers
Her thrusting gyrate rears
What a pair of lovely dears
With talent in copious arrears
Christina Aguilera rhymed clearer

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Boys Feat. Pharrel Of N.E.R.D.

[Britney]
For whatever reason,
I feel like I've been wanting you all my life
You don't understand
I'm so glad we're at the same place at the same time
It's over now
I spotted you dancin'
You made all the girls stare
Those lips and your brown eyes (Oooh)
And the sexy hair
I should shake my thang (Ooh)
Make the world want you (Ha Ha Ha)
Tell your boys you'll be back
I wanna see what you can do (Uh)
What would it take for you to just leave with me?
Not trying to sound conceited but
You and me were meant to be (Yeah Yeah)
You're a sexy guy, I'm a nice girl (Uh)
Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world
Boys! Sometimes a girl just needs one (You know I need you)
Boys! To love her and to hold (I just want you to touch me)
Boys! And when a girl is with one (Mmm)
Boys! Then she's in control!
[Pharrell]
Pull the girl off the dance floor
Whisper in ear
Must've said somethin' bout me (What you say)
Cos now she's lookin' over here
You lookin' at me (He He He)
With that sexy attitude
But the way your girls movin' it (Uh)
It puts me in the mood
(Ow!)
What would it take for you to just leave with me?
Not trying to sound conceited
But meeting you was destiny
I'm from N.E.R.D, Aren't you Britney? (Don't you know?)
Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty thing (Get Nasty!)
Girls! I can't speak for no one (I get nasty)
Girls! But I need her all the time (It's just me and you baby)
Girls! I don't know 'bout your girl
Girls! But I know she's on your mind (Get Nasty)
[Britney]
Boys! Sometimes a girl just needs one (I get nasty)
Boys! To love her and to hold (I get nasty)
Boys! And when a girl is with one (I get nasty)
Boys! Then she's in control!
You like that
Here we go
Have no Fear

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The Poem of Antar

Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you know the abode of your beloved after reflection?2

The vestige of the house, which did not speak, confounded thee, until it spoke by means of signs, like one deaf and dumb.

Verily, I kept my she-camel there long grumbling, with a yearning at the blackened stones, keeping and standing firm in their own places.

It is the abode of a friend, languishing in her glance, submissive in the embrace, pleasant of smile.

Oh house of 'Ablah situated at Jiwaa, talk with me about those who resided in you. Good morning to you, O house of 'Ablah, and be safe from ruin.

I halted my she-camel in that place; and it was as though she were a high palace; in order that I might perform the wont of the lingerer.

And 'Ablah takes up her abode at Jiwaa; while our people went to Hazan, then to Mutathallam.

She took up her abode in the land of my enemies; so it became difficult for me to seek you, O daughter of Mahzam.

I was enamored of her unawares, at a time when I was killing her people, desiring her in marriage; but by your father's life I swear, this was not the time for desiring.3

And verily you have occupied in my heart the place of the honored loved one, so do not think otherwise than this, that you are my beloved.

And how may be the visiting of her; while her people have taken up their residence in the spring at 'Unaizatain and our people at Ghailam?

I knew that you had intended departing, for, verily, your camels were bridled on a dark night.

Nothing caused me fear of her departure, except that the baggage camels of her people were eating the seeds of the Khimkhim tree throughout the country.4

Amongst them were two and forty milk-giving camels, black as the wing-feathers of black crows.

When she captivates you with a mouth possessing sharp, and white teeth, sweet as to its place of kissing, delicious of taste.

As if she sees with the two eyes of a young, grown up gazelle from the deer.

It was as though the musk bag of a merchant in his case of perfumes preceded her teeth toward you from her mouth.

Or as if it is an old wine-skin, from Azri'at, preserved long, such as the kings of Rome preserve;

Or her mouth is as an ungrazed meadow, whose herbage the rain has guaranteed, in which there is but little dung; and which is not marked with the feet of animals.

The first pure showers of every rain-cloud rained upon it, and left every puddle in it bright and round like a dirham;

Sprinkling and pouring; so that the water flows upon it every evening, and is not cut off from it.

The fly enjoyed yet alone, and so it did not cease humming, as is the act of the singing drunkard;

Humming, while he rubs one foreleg against the other, as the striking on the flint of one, bent on the flint, and cut off as to his palm.

She passes her evenings and her mornings on the surface of a well-stuffed couch, while I pass my nights on the back of a bridled black horse.

And my couch is a saddle upon a horse big-boned in the leg, big in his flanks, great of girth.

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The Ballad of the White Horse

DEDICATION

Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night--
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?

Where seven sunken Englands
Lie buried one by one,
Why should one idle spade, I wonder,
Shake up the dust of thanes like thunder
To smoke and choke the sun?

In cloud of clay so cast to heaven
What shape shall man discern?
These lords may light the mystery
Of mastery or victory,
And these ride high in history,
But these shall not return.

Gored on the Norman gonfalon
The Golden Dragon died:
We shall not wake with ballad strings
The good time of the smaller things,
We shall not see the holy kings
Ride down by Severn side.

Stiff, strange, and quaintly coloured
As the broidery of Bayeux
The England of that dawn remains,
And this of Alfred and the Danes
Seems like the tales a whole tribe feigns
Too English to be true.

Of a good king on an island
That ruled once on a time;
And as he walked by an apple tree
There came green devils out of the sea
With sea-plants trailing heavily
And tracks of opal slime.

Yet Alfred is no fairy tale;
His days as our days ran,
He also looked forth for an hour
On peopled plains and skies that lower,
From those few windows in the tower
That is the head of a man.

But who shall look from Alfred's hood

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The Iliad: Book 16

Thus did they fight about the ship of Protesilaus. Then Patroclus
drew near to Achilles with tears welling from his eyes, as from some
spring whose crystal stream falls over the ledges of a high precipice.
When Achilles saw him thus weeping he was sorry for him and said,
"Why, Patroclus, do you stand there weeping like some silly child that
comes running to her mother, and begs to be taken up and carried-
she catches hold of her mother's dress to stay her though she is in
a hurry, and looks tearfully up until her mother carries her- even
such tears, Patroclus, are you now shedding. Have you anything to
say to the Myrmidons or to myself? or have you had news from Phthia
which you alone know? They tell me Menoetius son of Actor is still
alive, as also Peleus son of Aeacus, among the Myrmidons- men whose
loss we two should bitterly deplore; or are you grieving about the
Argives and the way in which they are being killed at the ships, throu
their own high-handed doings? Do not hide anything from me but tell me
that both of us may know about it."
Then, O knight Patroclus, with a deep sigh you answered,
"Achilles, son of Peleus, foremost champion of the Achaeans, do not be
angry, but I weep for the disaster that has now befallen the
Argives. All those who have been their champions so far are lying at
the ships, wounded by sword or spear. Brave Diomed son of Tydeus has
been hit with a spear, while famed Ulysses and Agamemnon have received
sword-wounds; Eurypylus again has been struck with an arrow in the
thigh; skilled apothecaries are attending to these heroes, and healing
them of their wounds; are you still, O Achilles, so inexorable? May it
never be my lot to nurse such a passion as you have done, to the
baning of your own good name. Who in future story will speak well of
you unless you now save the Argives from ruin? You know no pity;
knight Peleus was not your father nor Thetis your mother, but the grey
sea bore you and the sheer cliffs begot you, so cruel and
remorseless are you. If however you are kept back through knowledge of
some oracle, or if your mother Thetis has told you something from
the mouth of Jove, at least send me and the Myrmidons with me, if I
may bring deliverance to the Danaans. Let me moreover wear your
armour; the Trojans may thus mistake me for you and quit the field, so
that the hard-pressed sons of the Achaeans may have breathing time-
which while they are fighting may hardly be. We who are fresh might
soon drive tired men back from our ships and tents to their own city."
He knew not what he was asking, nor that he was suing for his own
destruction. Achilles was deeply moved and answered, "What, noble
Patroclus, are you saying? I know no prophesyings which I am
heeding, nor has my mother told me anything from the mouth of Jove,
but I am cut to the very heart that one of my own rank should dare
to rob me because he is more powerful than I am. This, after all
that I have gone through, is more than I can endure. The girl whom the
sons of the Achaeans chose for me, whom I won as the fruit of my spear
on having sacked a city- her has King Agamemnon taken from me as
though I were some common vagrant. Still, let bygones be bygones: no
man may keep his anger for ever; I said I would not relent till battle
and the cry of war had reached my own ships; nevertheless, now gird my

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poem by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler
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