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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Prologus

Incipit Liber Primus

Naturatus amor nature legibus orbem
Subdit, et vnanimes concitat esse feras:
Huius enim mundi Princeps amor esse videtur,
Cuius eget diues, pauper et omnis ope.
Sunt in agone pares amor et fortuna, que cecas
Plebis ad insidias vertit vterque rotas.
Est amor egra salus, vexata quies, pius error,
Bellica pax, vulnus dulce, suaue malum.

I may noght strecche up to the hevene
Min hand, ne setten al in evene
This world, which evere is in balance:
It stant noght in my sufficance
So grete thinges to compasse,
Bot I mot lete it overpasse
And treten upon othre thinges.
Forthi the Stile of my writinges
Fro this day forth I thenke change
And speke of thing is noght so strange,
Which every kinde hath upon honde,
And wherupon the world mot stonde,
And hath don sithen it began,
And schal whil ther is any man;
And that is love, of which I mene
To trete, as after schal be sene.
In which ther can noman him reule,
For loves lawe is out of reule,
That of tomoche or of tolite
Welnyh is every man to wyte,
And natheles ther is noman
In al this world so wys, that can
Of love tempre the mesure,
Bot as it falth in aventure:
For wit ne strengthe may noght helpe,
And he which elles wolde him yelpe
Is rathest throwen under fote,
Ther can no wiht therof do bote.
For yet was nevere such covine,
That couthe ordeine a medicine
To thing which god in lawe of kinde
Hath set, for ther may noman finde
The rihte salve of such a Sor.
It hath and schal ben everemor
That love is maister wher he wile,
Ther can no lif make other skile;
For wher as evere him lest to sette,
Ther is no myht which him may lette.
Bot what schal fallen ate laste,

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poem by John Gower
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The Interpretation of Nature and

I.

MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything.


II.

Neither the naked hand nor the understanding left to itself can effect much. It is by instruments and helps that the work is done, which are as much wanted for the understanding as for the hand. And as the instruments of the hand either give motion or guide it, so the instruments of the mind supply either suggestions for the understanding or cautions.

III.

Human knowledge and human power meet in one; for where the cause is not known the effect cannot be produced. Nature to be commanded must be obeyed; and that which in contemplation is as the cause is in operation as the rule.

IV.

Towards the effecting of works, all that man can do is to put together or put asunder natural bodies. The rest is done by nature working within.

V.

The study of nature with a view to works is engaged in by the mechanic, the mathematician, the physician, the alchemist, and the magician; but by all (as things now are) with slight endeavour and scanty success.

VI.

It would be an unsound fancy and self-contradictory to expect that things which have never yet been done can be done except by means which have never yet been tried.

VII.

The productions of the mind and hand seem very numerous in books and manufactures. But all this variety lies in an exquisite subtlety and derivations from a few things already known; not in the number of axioms.

VIII.

Moreover the works already known are due to chance and experiment rather than to sciences; for the sciences we now possess are merely systems for the nice ordering and setting forth of things already invented; not methods of invention or directions for new works.

IX.

The cause and root of nearly all evils in the sciences is this -- that while we falsely admire and extol the powers of the human mind we neglect to seek for its true helps.

X.

The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding; so that all those specious meditations, speculations, and glosses in which men indulge are quite from the purpose, only there is no one by to observe it.

XI.

As the sciences which we now have do not help us in finding out new works, so neither does the logic which we now have help us in finding out new sciences.

XII.

The logic now in use serves rather to fix and give stability to the errors which have their foundation in commonly received notions than to help the search after truth. So it does more harm than good.

XIII.

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poem by Sir Francis Bacon
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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 12

' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,
Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.
I have folwed thee, in feith, thise fyve and fo
And manye tymes have meved thee to [mlyn[n]e on thyn ende,
And how fele fernyeres are faren, and so fewe to come
And of thi wilde wantownesse [whan] thow yong were,
To amende it in thi myddel age, lest myght the faille
In thyn olde elde, that yvele kan suffre
Poverte or penaunce, or preyeres bidde
Si non in prima vigilia nec in secunda &c.

'Amende thee while thow myght; thow hast ben warned ofte
With poustees of pestilences, with poverte and with angres -
And with thise bittre baleises God beteth his deere children
Quem diligo, castigo.
And David in the Sauter seith, of swiche that loveth Jesus,
'' Virga tua et baculus tuus, ipsa me consolata sunt.
Although thow strike me with thi staf, with stikke or with yerde,
It is but murthe as for me to amende my soule.''
And thow medlest thee with makynges - and myghtest go seye thi Sauter,
And bidde for hem that yyveth thee breed; for ther are bokes ynowe
To telle men what Dowel is, Dobet and Dobest bothe,
And prechours to preve what it is, of many a peire freres.'
I seigh wel he seide me sooth and, somwhat me to excuse,
Seide, 'Caton conforted his sone that, clerk though he were,
To solacen hym som tyme - a[lso] I do whan I make
Interpone tuis interdum gaudia curis.
'And of holy men I herde,' quod I, 'how thei outherwhile
Pleyden, the parfiter to ben, in [places manye].
Ac if ther were any wight that wolde me telle
What were Dowel and Dobet and Dobest at the laste,
Wolde I nevere do werk, but wende to holi chirche
And there bidde my bedes but whan ich ete or slepe.'
'Poul in his pistle,' quod he, 'preveth what is Dowel
Fides, spes, caritas, et maior horum &c -
Feith, hope and charitee, and alle ben goode,
And saven men sondry tymes, ac noon so soone as charite.
For he dooth wel, withouten doute, that dooth as lewte techeth;
That is, if thow be man maryed, thi make thow lovye,
And lyve forth as lawe wole while ye lyven bothe.
' Right so, if thow be religious, ren thow nevere ferther
To Rome ne to Rochemador, but as thi rule techeth,

And holde thee under obedience, that heigh wey is to hevene.
'And if thow be maiden to marye, and myght wel continue,
Seke thow nevere seint ferther for no soule helthe!
For what made Lucifer to lese the heighe hevene,
Or Salomon his sapience, or Sampson his strengthe?
job the Jew his joye deere he it aboughte;
Aristotle and othere mo, Ypocras and Virgile,

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VIII. Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis, Pauperum Procurator

Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue,
Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight?
Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate!
—Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate,
Amo-as-avi-atum-are-ans,
Up to -aturus, person, tense, and mood,
Quies me cum subjunctivo (I could cry)
And chews Corderius with his morning crust!
Look eight years onward, and he's perched, he's perched
Dapper and deft on stool beside this chair,
Cinozzo, Cinoncello, who but he?
—Trying his milk-teeth on some crusty case
Like this, papa shall triturate full soon
To smooth Papinianian pulp!

It trots
Already through my head, though noon be now,
Does supper-time and what belongs to eve.
Dispose, O Don, o' the day, first work then play!
—The proverb bids. And "then" means, won't we hold
Our little yearly lovesome frolic feast,
Cinuolo's birth-night, Cinicello's own,
That makes gruff January grin perforce!
For too contagious grows the mirth, the warmth
Escaping from so many hearts at once—
When the good wife, buxom and bonny yet,
Jokes the hale grandsire,—such are just the sort
To go off suddenly,—he who hides the key
O' the box beneath his pillow every night,—
Which box may hold a parchment (someone thinks)
Will show a scribbled something like a name
"Cinino, Ciniccino," near the end,
"To whom I give and I bequeath my lands,
"Estates, tenements, hereditaments,
"When I decease as honest grandsire ought."
Wherefore—yet this one time again perhaps—
Shan't my Orvieto fuddle his old nose!
Then, uncles, one or the other, well i' the world,
May—drop in, merely?—trudge through rain and wind,
Rather! The smell-feasts rouse them at the hint
There's cookery in a certain dwelling-place!
Gossips, too, each with keepsake in his poke,
Will pick the way, thrid lane by lantern-light,
And so find door, put galligaskin off
At entry of a decent domicile
Cornered in snug Condotti,—all for love,
All to crush cup with Cinucciatolo!

Well,
Let others climb the heights o' the court, the camp!

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Mist Upon the Placid Morn

Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.

Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.

Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.

Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!

Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhythm still abounds.

But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –
You know the drill –
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –
The blue-ice bite of winter.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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As I ventured to the Wood

As I ventured to the wood,
I stopped to draw on dewy air; let
Droplets shimmer in my hair, that
Rested on my tranquil head – as
In a sense of cosy bed.

As I ventured to the wood,
A gesturing cuckoo perched above,
And then in song with cooing dove,
‘You're welcome’, bade he, ’Enter please
To roam our land with gentle breeze.’

As I ventured to the wood,
A fallow deer of limpid eye
Gave care to glance at lucky I.
The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had
Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux.

As I ventured to the wood,
A dazzling flower waved her face
In blazing show of dance and chase, and
Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she
Flirted like a prancing fawn.

As I ventured to the wood,
A butterfly had graced my arm,
And knowing I bid him no harm, he
Splayed for me hypnotic wing in
Colours for to urge me sing!

As I ventured to the wood,
The radiant sun shone down on me.
He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee,
You bless your land; be filled with pride, and
Cherish e’er yon countryside! ’

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Juegos De Amor

Todos crean que nuestro amor
Era un juego de niez
Pero hoy que no te tengo
Me doy cuenta que no soy feliz
Y siento el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Y siento el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sola porque lo nuestro no pudo ser
Aunque mo no eres
T sers el dueo de mi vida
Aunque siempre el destino nos separe
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sola porque lo nuestro no pudo ser
Aunque mo no eres
T sers el dueo de mi vida
Aunque siempre el destino nos separe
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es

song performed by Gloria Estefan
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A Country Path in Late Spring

The path of mossy ground nestled
In between maternal hedgerows,
That overgrew atop, dimming down
The brilliance of the day.
Embosomed, a calm-cool vision –
Abstract takes of nature, in
Leaf-spattered green shades;
Stem-speckled brown hues;
Shards of sunlight percolating
Through the random flaws to
Up glittering sprites upon the leaves.

And avian chatter bounced along the burrow,
Smattered by the crosstalk
Of busybody insects;
But outside the green comfort zone,
Other worlds of other sounds of other life
Otherwise gave a hint of
Other dozy goings on.

Hawthorn filled the air,
Filled the nose,
Filled the head –
Pungency had overpowered all –
Gave the late-spring-early-summer haze.

Here and there a break of colour:
Odd bluebells – escapees from nearby woods –
Blue-blushing bell faces glancing down,
Aware of their erectness in the stem;
The flaming wing of red admirals
Broke through a hedge hole to
Break up the calm backdrop,
While flitting blue tits gave
To greater-bodied animation.

Nature’s warm narration –
The undertones of life.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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En Ti Dej Mi Amor

Cuando ries veo salir el sol
Es algo increible, yeah
Hay un angel que est junto a m
Por mi corazn
Cuando ries ya no hay marcha atrs
Es algo increble, yeah
Hoy tengo un angel frente a m
Por mi corazn
S, que estoy bien a tu lado,
Tu amor es mo
En t dej mi amor
Y todo lo que soy,
Te entregaste a m sin condicin
Te d me corazn
Sin saber llegaste a mi interior
Y yo en t dej mi amor
Me salv cuando te encontre
Es algo increible, yeah
Ya no vivo en el ayer
Hoy tengo amor
S, que estoy bien a tu lado
Tu amor es mio
En t dej mi amor
Y todo lo que soy,
Te entregaste a m sin condicin
Te d me corazn
Sin saber llegaste a mi interior
Y yo en t dej mi amor
En t dej mi amor
Y todo lo que soy,
Te entregaste a m sin condicin
Te d me corazn
Sin saber llegaste a mi interior, oh yeah
Y yo en t dej mi amor
Mi gran amor soe que fueras tu
Cuando entraste en mi vida
Todo cambio
En ti deje mi amor
Hoy, un hombre nuevo soy
Por fn ests en mi interior
Y yo en t dej mi amor
En t dej mi amor
Y todo lo que soy,
Te entregaste a m sin condicin
Te d me corazn
Sin saber llegaste a mi interior
Y yo en t dej mi amor
En t dej mi amor
Y todo lo que soy,
Te entregaste a m sin condicin

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song performed by Westlife
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Amor Y Odio

(a. bell / v. clarke)
Woah, woah, woah. woah, woah, woah...
Que extrao dilema para m?
Yo te odio pero no vivo sin t?
Puede ser que besarte en luna llena.
Me aterre por completo la razn.
Yo so s? no quisiera descubrir
Que muero poco a poco y es por t?
Cudate porque abrigo la sospecha
Y apunto sin dudarlo al corazn.
Piso lento cuando ests por si,
Me descubres la jugada y vienes a por m?
Slo pretendo salir ileso, tener tiempo para huir.
sto es amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio...
por qu? a t? te es imposible convivir,
Y en ningn momento ser feliz?
Creo que adivino la respuesta:
Tienes pies de plomo en el amor.
Ojal? que el viento sople contra t? br> y congele to sonrisa de delfn.
Mira que he prendido ya la mecha
Y pronto sentirs en tu intenrion una explosin de soledad.
Piso lento cuando ests por si,
Me descubres la jugada y vienes a por m?
Slo pretendo salir ileso, tener tiempo para huir.
sto es amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio...
Piso lento cuando ests por si,
Me descubres la jugada y vienes a por m?
Slo pretendo salir ileso, tener tiempo para huir.
sto es amor y odio, amor y odio.
Piso lento cuando ests por si,
Me descubres la jugada y vienes a por m?
Slo pretendo salir ileso, tener tiempo para huir.
sto es amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio, amor y odio

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Corazn Prohibido

(heavens what I feel - spanish version)
Un amor se adueo de mi
Desatando mis sentidos
Anhelando un corazn prohibido
Un amor que me llevo hasta el ti
Que a pesar de este vacio
Puede hacerme tan feliz
Por ti yo he roto , las reglas del amor
Jamas pense perder el corazon
Y me atrapa esta locura
Que me siente y que me dura
Nada puedo hacer para escapar de ti
Nunca imagine poder amarte asi
Tienes otro amor
Y otro amor me tiene ami
Nunca yo soe quererte tanto asi
Que culpa tengo yo?
Si descubri el amor solo por ti
Coro: amor que nunca muere
Contigo para siempre
Gloria : contigo para siempre
Coro : yo se vivir solo por ti
Gloria : como hayer al corazon saber
Cuando llega el sentimiento
Que el amor es un camino insierto
Este amor que siento en mi nacer
Me devuelve aquel secreto
Que una vez temi perder
Por ti yo he roto , las reglas del amor
Jamas pense perder el corazon
Y me atrapa esta locura
Que me siente y que me dura
Nada puedo hacer para escapar de ti
Nunca imagine poder amarte asi
Tienes otro amor
Y otro amor me tiene ami
Nunca yo soe quererte tanto asi
Que culpa tengo yo?
Si descubri el amor solo por ti
Coro : amor que nunca muere
Contigo para siempre
Yo se vivir solo por ti
Sueo , sueo
Gloria : poder tenerte entre mis anhelos
Coro : sueo , sueo
Gloria : si quieres saber mi soledad
Nunca imagine poder amarte asi
Tienes otro amor
Y otro amor me tiene a mi
Nunca yo soe quererte tanto asi

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The Rosciad

Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
And praises, as she censures, from the heart.

Roscius deceased, each high aspiring player
Push'd all his interest for the vacant chair.
The buskin'd heroes of the mimic stage
No longer whine in love, and rant in rage;
The monarch quits his throne, and condescends
Humbly to court the favour of his friends;
For pity's sake tells undeserved mishaps,
And, their applause to gain, recounts his claps.
Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome,
To win the mob, a suppliant's form assume;
In pompous strain fight o'er the extinguish'd war,
And show where honour bled in every scar.
But though bare merit might in Rome appear
The strongest plea for favour, 'tis not here;
We form our judgment in another way;
And they will best succeed, who best can pay:
Those who would gain the votes of British tribes,
Must add to force of merit, force of bribes.
What can an actor give? In every age
Cash hath been rudely banish'd from the stage;
Monarchs themselves, to grief of every player,
Appear as often as their image there:
They can't, like candidate for other seat,
Pour seas of wine, and mountains raise of meat.
Wine! they could bribe you with the world as soon,
And of 'Roast Beef,' they only know the tune:
But what they have they give; could Clive do more,
Though for each million he had brought home four?
Shuter keeps open house at Southwark fair,
And hopes the friends of humour will be there;
In Smithfield, Yates prepares the rival treat
For those who laughter love, instead of meat;
Foote, at Old House,--for even Foote will be,
In self-conceit, an actor,--bribes with tea;
Which Wilkinson at second-hand receives,
And at the New, pours water on the leaves.
The town divided, each runs several ways,
As passion, humour, interest, party sways.
Things of no moment, colour of the hair,
Shape of a leg, complexion brown or fair,
A dress well chosen, or a patch misplaced,
Conciliate favour, or create distaste.
From galleries loud peals of laughter roll,
And thunder Shuter's praises; he's so droll.
Embox'd, the ladies must have something smart,

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poem by Charles Churchill
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Amor Se Paga Con Amor

CORO
Piensas que me tienes en control
No le pongas precio a lo que soy
El amor que te doy se paga con amor
Todo para ti tiene un valor
Mira de una vez soy como soy
El amor que te doy se paga con amor
Tu llegaste alli y como un rey
En la discoteca me gustaste
Me senti volar al mirarme asi
Tu sonrisa te basto para llegar a mi
Para impresionar, estabas tu
Junto a los demas brindando un champagne
Con tu vanidad y ese ..
En tu mundo te sentias como el mejor
Y si asi tomaras de lo que me das
El amor que siento no se puede comprar yeah
CORO
Tu me quieres dar todo material
Pero te falto, el romance
Para que comprar, lo que es tuyo ya
Lo que busco, en la tienda no se vende
Yo te pido mas, y no me lo das
Necesito amor algo mas real
Si no puede ser ven y dmelo
Ya no puedo un da mas entindelo
Y si as tomaras de lo que me das
El amor que siento no se puede comprar yeah
CORO
Se paga con amor, amor, amor
No hay un milln ni mucho mas (mucho mas)
Que a mi me pueda conquistar (conquistar)
Para comprar mi corazn
Te cuesta mas amor si compras un amor
(amor te cuesta mas)
Te puedo dar una vez mas si quieres a mi amor llegar
No hay precio que puedas pagar
para ganar mi amor se gana con amor
CORO (2x)

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Devulveme El Amor

Te vi en aquel lugar; t no me viste a m
Y no te pregunt qu tu hacas all
No te esperaba ver con un nuevo amor
Y aunque te quiero an no pidas mi perdn
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin
No quiero hablarte ms; no hay nada que decir
Me enfrento a la verdad: que ya tu amor perd
Y un da entenders que no hay porqu fingir
No guardo algn rencor; que seas muy feliz
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin
Tu amor no vale la pena, ni olvidar
Ni siquiera me interesa tu amistad
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin

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Todo Mi Amor Eres Tu (I Just Can't Stop Loving You)

(Spanish version of "I Just Can't Stop Loving You")
Como la brisa
Tu voz me acaricia
Y pregunto por ti
Cuando amanece
Tu amor aparece
Y me hace feliz
Me conoces bien
Y sabes tambin
Que nadie te querra
Como yo
Tu me haces sentir
Deseos de vivir,
Junto a ti por siempre
Tu amor es mi suerte
Tu voz me llama
Tu eres quien gana
En mi corazn
Porque me has dado
Algo sagrado
Con tu pasin
Me conoces bien
Y sabes tambien
Que no puedo vivir sin tu amor
Y cuando no estas
No hay felicidad
Mi vida no es vida
Si tu te vas
Todo mi amor eres t
Todo mi amor eres t
Cuando no estas
No hay quien me de lo
Que das tu
Pues todo mi amor eres tu
Noche de estrellas
Haz que me quiera
Como a ella yo
De madrugada
Ven que te espera
Todo mi amor
Soy joven, lo se
Pero siento que
Te quiero y solo
Vivo por ti
Me conoces bien
Y sabes tambien
Que yo no puedo
Vivir sin tu amor
Todo mi amor eres t
Ooh

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Todo Mi Amor Eres Tu

(spanish version of I just cant stop loving you)
Como la brisa
Tu voz me acaricia
Y pregunto por ti
Cuando amanece
Tu amor aparece
Y me hace feliz
Me conoces bien
Y sabes tambien
Que nadie te querra
Como yo
Tu me haces sentir
Deseos de vivir,
Junto a ti por siempre
Tu amor es mi suerte
Tu voz me llama
Tu eres quien gana
En mi corazon
Porque me has dado
Algo sagrado
Con tu pasion
Me conoces bien
Y sabas tambien
Que no puedo vivir sin tu amor
Y cuando no estas
No hay felicidad
Mi vida no es vida
Si tu te vas
Todo mi amor eres tu
Todo mi amor eres tu
Cuando no estas
No hay quien me de lo
Que das tu
Pues todo mi amor eres tu
Noche de estrellas
Haz que me quiera
Como a ella yo
De madrugada
Ven que te espera
Todo mi amor
Soy joven, lo se
Pero siento que
Te quiero y sola
Viva por ti
Me conoces bien
Y sabes tambien
Que yo no puedo
Vivir sin tu amor
Todo mi amor eres tu
Ooh

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Benedictus qui venit

Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei,
Mistral anodynes my tears, sorrow distracts,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.

Domine, age quod agis, il tuo sentiero perdei,
appetence of solitude, his apparition enacts,
Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei.

Aeternum vale, benedictus qui venit, splendei;
Disruptive gust exceeds, breath he detracts,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.

Effectual came, exorbitant slope to convey,
where my hope elevated so lonely and intact,
Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei

A wraith was, so gust beseeched to display,
my lost aptitude and soul upwards extracts,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.

The wraith lifts to cumulus, to meet halfway,
the spirit of mountain, his values retracts,
Benigno numine adaequatio intellectus et rei,
omnes enim peccaverunt et egent gloriam Dei.

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The poem is a villanelle written in Latin and English.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 18

Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth after
As a recchelees renk that [reccheth of no wo],
And yede forth lik a lorel al my lif tyme,
Til I weex wery of the world and wilned eft to slepe,
And lened me to a Lenten - and longe tyme I slepte;
Reste me there and rutte faste til ramis palmarum.
Of gerlis and of Gloria, laus gretly me dremed
And how osanna by organye olde folk songen,

And of Cristes passion and penaunce, the peple that ofraughte.
Oon semblable to the Samaritan, and somdeel to Piers the Plowman,
Barefoot on an asse bak bootles cam prikye,
Withouten spores other spere; spakliche he loked,
As is the kynde of a knyght that cometh to be dubbed,
To geten hym gilte spores on galoches ycouped.
Thanne was Feith in a fenestre, and cryde 'At Fili David!'
As dooth an heraud of armes whan aventrous cometh to iustes.
Olde Jewes of Jerusalem for joye thei songen,
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Thanne I frayned at Feith what al that fare bymente,
And who sholde juste in Jerusalem. 'jesus,' he seide,
'And fecche that the fend claymeth - Piers fruyt the Plowman.'
'Is Piers in this place?' quod I, and he preynte on me.
'This Jesus of his gentries wol juste in Piers armes,
In his helm and in his haubergeon - humana natura.
That Crist be noght biknowe here for consummatus Deus,
In Piers paltok the Plowman this prikiere shal ryde;
For no dynt shal hym dere as in deitate Patris.'
'Who shal juste with Jesus?' quod I, 'Jewes or scrybes?'
'Nay,' quod Feith, 'but the fend and fals doom to deye.
Deeth seith he shal fordo and adoun brynge
Al that lyveth or loketh in londe or in watre.
Lif seith that he lieth, and leieth his lif to wedde
That, for al that Deeth kan do, withinne thre daies to walke
And fecche fro the fend Piers fruyt the Plowman,
And legge it ther hym liketh, and Lucifer bynde,

And forbete and adoun brynge bale-deeth for evere
O Mors ero mors tua!'
Thanne cam Pilatus with muche peple, sedens pro tribunali,
To se how doghtiliche Deeth sholde do, and deme hir botheres right.
The Jewes and the justieeayeins Jesu thei weere,
And al the court on hym cryde ' Crucifige!' sharpe.
Tho putte hym forth a p[e]lour bifore Pilat and seide,
'This Jesus of oure Jewes temple japed and despised,
To fordoon it on o day, and in thre dayes after
Edifie it eft newe - here he stant that seide it -
And yit maken it as muche in alle manere poyntes
Bothe as long and as large a lofte and by grounde.'
' Crucifige!' quod a cachepol, ' I warante hym a wicche!'

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poem by William Langland
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No Se Si Es Amor

es corno amor
Pero no lo s.
Sabe a besos
Mi almohada
Madrugada
Y l no esta.
Solitaria
En mi cama
Si l me ama
Por qu se va.
Es amor
O no es amor
No lo s.
No s si es amor
Pero lo parece
Todo puede ser...
Con l soy feliz
Pero vivo sin l.
No s si es amor
Pero crece y crece
Tan por dentro de mi
Que se ve a flor de piel.
qu curioso!
Siempre juntos
l con nadie
Yo con l.
Y se me escapa
Entre los dedos
Medio angel medio cruel.
Eso es amor
O no es amor
Yo no lo s.
No s si es amor
Pero lo parece
Y me temo que yo
Estoy loca por l.
No s si es amor
Todo puede ser...
Es algo clido, es algo ntimo.
No s si es amor...
No s si es amor...
No s si es amor...
No s si es amor
Todo puede ser...
Es algo clido, es algo ntimo.

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Cuvinte

Sunt doar un baietel slabanog, ce inca se gandeste la fata ce l-a facut sa planga.
Imi amintesc cum atunci, in mintea ta ma aparai de cuvintele jignitoare
ale celor ce ti-au ramas prieteni,
acum cand eu nu-ti mai sunt.
Pana la urma, cred ca aveau dreptate
ca sunt prea urat pentru tine,
dar nu a fost doar atat
sunt mult mai multe lucruri
ce te fac sa te indoiesti, de iubirea mea
care infinita cat era ea
a venit prea tarziu in viata ta.
Ma indoiesc ca as fi putut face ceva mai mult pentru noi doi.
Eu nu am aur, asa cum au altii
si nu pot sa te fac regina.
In mintea mea esti doar o biata eroina, o corabie ce paraseste grabita
insula pe care a naufragiat in urma cu aproape sapte luni
intr-o noapte, cand era prea intuneric pentru stele
si de frica, te-ai lasat pacalita de sarutul meu sfios.
Eu am ramas aici, oare nu ma vezi?
Si de ce a trebuit sa-l iei si pe Vineri cu tine, nu am si eu dreptul la un prieten?
Am inceput sa scriu din ce in ce mai mult,
pentru ca am multe lucruri sa-ti spun,
dar nu o fac pentru tine, nu-ti face grija
o fac pentru mine, pentru ca vreau sa te ingrop
sub miliarde de cuvinte
si sa ma ingrop si eu, odata cu tine,
intr-o lume unde si eu sunt eroul tau, iar tu, ei bine sper ca macar acolo, in lumea mea sa ma iubesti, daca aici nu mai poti.

poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 09

'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennes
In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.
Of erthe and eyr is it maad, medled togideres,
With wynd and with water wittily enjoyned.
Kynde hath closed therinne craftily withalle
A lemman that he loveth lik to hymselve.
Anima she hatte; [to hir hath envye]
A proud prikere of Fraunce, Princeps huius mundi,
And wolde wynne hire awey with wiles and he myghte.
'Ac Kynde knoweth this wel and kepeth hire the bettre,
And hath doon hire with Sire Dowel, Duc of thise marches.
Dobet is hire damyselle, Sire Doweles doughter,
To serven this Iady leelly bothe late and rathe.
Dobest is above bothe, a bisshopes peere;
That he bit moot be do - he [bidd]eth hem alle.
[By his leryng] is lad [that lady Anima].
'Ac the Constable of that castel, that kepeth [hem alle],
Is a wis knyght withalle - Sire Inwit he hatte,
And hath fyve faire sones by his firste wyve
Sire Se-wel, and Sey-wel, and Here-wel the hende,
Sire Werch-wel-with-thyn-hand, a wight man of strengthe,
And Sire Godefray Go-wel - grete lordes [alle].
Thise sixe ben set to save this lady Anima
Til Kynde come or sende to kepen hire hymselve.'
'What kynnes thyng is Kynde?' quod, 'kanstow me telle?'
' Kynde,' quod Wit, 'is creatour of alle kynnes thynges,
Fader and formour of al that evere was maked -

And that is the grete God that gynnyng hadde nevere,
Lord of lif and of light, of lisse and of peyne.
Aungeles and alle thyng arn at his wille,
Ac man is hym moost lik of marc and of shape.
For thorugh the word that he [warp] woxen forth beestes
Dixit et facta sunt.
'A[c] he made man [moost] li[k] to hymself,
And Eve of his ryb bon withouten any mene.
For he was synguler hymself and seide Eaciamus -
As who seith, '' Moore moot herto than my word oone
My myght moot helpe now with my speche.''
Right as a lord sholde make lettres, and hym lakked [no] parchemyn,
Though he [wiste] write never so wel, if he hadde no penne,
The lettre, for al the lordshipe, I leve were nevere ymaked!
'And so it semeth [there he seide, as the Bible telleth,
Faciamus hominem ad imaginem nostram] -
He moste werche with his word and his wit shewe.
And in this manere was man maad thorugh myght of God almyghty,
With his word and werkmanshipe and with lif to laste.
And thus God gaf hym a goost, of the godhede of hevene,
And of his grete grace graunted hym blisse -
And that is lif that ay shal laste to al his lynage after.

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poem by William Langland
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