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Edmund Spenser

Astrophel

A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney.

Dedicated To the most beautifull and vertuous Ladie, the Countesse of Essex.

Shepheards that wont on pipes of oaten reed,
Oft times to plaint your loues concealed smart:
And with your piteous layes haue learnd to breed
Compassion in a countrey lasses hart.
Hearken ye gentle shepheards to my song,
And place my dolefull plaint your plaints emong.
To you alone I sing this mournfull verse,
The mournfulst verse that euer man heard tell:
To you whose softened hearts it may empierse,
VVith dolours dart for death of Astrophel.
To you I sing and to none other wight,
For well I wot my rymes bene rudely dight.

Yet as they been, if any nycer wit
Shall hap to heare, or couet them to read:
Thinke he, that such are for such ones most fit,

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Edmund Spenser

Virgils Gnat

Wrong'd, yet not daring to expresse my paine,
To you (great Lord) the causer of my care,
In clowdie teares my case I thus complaine
Vnto yourselfe, that onely priuie are:
But if that any Oedipus vnware
Shall chaunce, through power of some diuining spright,
To reade the secrete of this riddle rare,
And know the purporte of my euill plight,
Let him rest pleased with his owne insight,
Ne further seeke to glose vpon the text:
For griefe enough it is to grieued wight
To feele his fault, and not be further vext.
But what so by my selfe may not be showen,
May by this Gnatts complaint be easily knowen.


We now haue playde (Augustus) wantonly,
Tuning our song vnto a tender Muse,
And like a cobweb weauing slenderly,
Haue onely playde: let thus much then excuse

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Winston Churchill

If heaven is going to be full of people like Hardie, well, the Almighty can have them to himself.

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Le Repos

Le bronze grave étreint de son sommeil pesant
Ton corps au geste las et ta face verdie ;
Et quelle douloureuse et douce tragédie
T’a faite la statue où tu dors à présent ?

Le marbre de ton socle est rouge et l’on y sent
Partout la pourpre encor d’une tache agrandie ;
Est-ce la flèche aiguë ou la hache hardie
Qui t’a couchée ainsi plus belle dans ton sang ?

Le bronze jaune et vert qui souffre et qui suppure,
Dont s’aigrit la patine et suinte la coulure,
Sculpte de ton repos un cadavre éternel ;

Et la matière où tu survis te décompose ;
Mais, puisque tendre fut ton Destin ou cruel,
Laisse croître à tes pieds la ciguë ou la rose.

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La pierre du coq

Oyseau qui de garde fidelle
Dessillé fais la sentinelle
Sous le silence de la nuit,
Réveillant d'une voix hardie
La troupe de somme engourdie
Et de paresse, à ton haut bruit.

Oyseau à la creste pourprée
Compagnon de l'Aube dorée,
Trompete des feux du Soleil,
Qui te perches à la mesme heure
Qu'il plonge en mer sa cheveleure
Pour se rendre alaigre au travail.

N'estoit-ce assez que l'arrogance
De vostre oeil domtast la puissance
Et l'ire des Lyons plus fiers,
Sans que pour la vaillance acquerre
S'endurcist encor ceste pierre
Au ventre creux de vos gosiers ?

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King Ryence's Challenge

As it fell out on a Pentecost day,
King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,
With his faire queen dame Guenever the gay,
And many bold barons sitting in hall,
With ladies attired in purple and pall,
And heraults in hewkes, hooting on high,
Cryed, Largesse, Largesse, Chevaliers tres-hardie.

A doughty dwarfe to the uppermost deas
Right pertlye gan pricke, kneeling on knee;
With steven fulle stoute amids all the preas,
Say'd, 'Nowe Sir King Arthur, God save thee and see!
Sir Ryence of North-Gales greeteth well thee,
And bids thee thy beard anon to him send,
Or else from thy jaws he will it off rend.

'For his robe of state is a rich scarlet mantle,
With eleven kings beards bordered about,
And there is room lefte yet in a kantle,
For thine to stande, to make the twelfth out.

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King Ryence's Challenge

As it fell out on a Pentecost day,
King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,
With his faire queene dame Guenever the gay,
And many bold barons sitting in hall,
With ladies attired in purple and pall,
And heraults in hewkes, hooting on high,
Cryed, Largesse, Largesse, Chevaliers tres-hardie.

A doughty dwarfe to the uppermost deas
Right pertlye gan pricke, kneeling on knee;
With steven fulle stoute amids all the preas,
Say'd, "Nowe Sir King Arthur, God save thee and see!
Sir Ryence of North-Gales greeteth well thee,
And bids thee thy beard anon to him send,
Or else from thy jaws hewill it off rend.

"For his robe of state is a rich scarlet mantle,
With eleven kings beards bordered about,
And there is room lefte yet in a kantle,
For thine to stande, to make the twelfth out.

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Victor Hugo

Canaris

Lorsqu'un vaisseau vaincu dérive en pleine mer ;
Que ses voiles carrées
Pendent le long des mâts, par les boulets de fer
Largement déchirées ;

Qu'on n'y voit que des morts tombés de toutes parts,
Ancres, agrès, voilures,
Grands mâts rompus, traînant leurs cordages épars
Comme des chevelures ;

Que le vaisseau, couvert de fumée et de bruit,
Tourne ainsi qu'une roue ;
Qu'un flux et qu'un reflux d'hommes roule et s'enfuit
De la poupe à la proue ;

Lorsqu'à la voix des chefs nul soldat ne répond ;
Que la mer monte et gronde ;
Que les canons éteints nagent dans l'entre-pont,
S'entre-choquant dans l'onde ;

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The Storie Of William Canynge

ANENT a brooklette as I laie reclynd,
Listeynge to heare the water glyde alonge,
Myndeynge how thorowe the grene mees yt twynd,
Awhilst the cavys respons'd yts mottring songe,
At dystaunt rysyng Avonne to he sped,
Amenged wyth rysyng hylles dyd shewe yts head;
Engarlanded wyth crownes of osyer weedes
And wraytes of alders of a bercie scent,
And stickeynge out wyth clowde agested reedes,
The hoarie Avonne show'd dyre semblamente,
Whylest blataunt Severne, from Sabryna clepde,
Rores flemie o'er the sandes that she hepde.
These eynegears swythyn bringethe to mie thowghte
Of hardie champyons knowen to the floude,
How onne the bankes thereof brave Ælle fought;
Ælle descended from Merce kynglie bloude,
Warden of Brystowe towne and castel stede,
Who ever and anon made Danes to blede.
Methoughte such doughtie menn must have a sprighte
Dote yn the armour brace that Mychael bore,

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Tis better to be a coward than fool-hardie.

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