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Muerte De Anto?ito El Camborio

 Voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.
Voces antiguas que cercan
voz de clavel varonil.
Les clav? sobre las botas
mordiscos de jabal?.
En la lucha daba saltos
jabonados de delf?n.
Ba?o con sangre enemiga
su corbata carmes?,
pero eran cuatro pu?ales
y tuvo que sucumbir.
Cuando las estrellas clavan
rejones al agua gris,
cuando los erales sue?an
ver?nicas de alhel?,
voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.

Antonio Torres Heredia,
Camborio de dura crin,
moreno de verde luna,
voz de clavel varonil:
?qui?n te ha quitado la vida 
cerca del Guadalquivir?
Mis cuatro primos Heredias
hijos de Benamej?.
Lo que en otros no envidiaban,
ya lo envidiaban en m?.
Zapatos color corinto,
medallones de marfil,
y este cutis amasado
con aceituna y jazm?n.
?Ay Anto?ito el Camborio,
digno de una Emperatriz!
Acu?rate de la Virgen
porque te vas a morir.
?Ay Federico Garc?a,
llama a la Guardia Civil!
Ya mi talle se ha quebrado
como ca?a de ma?z.

Tres golpes de sangre tuvo
y se muri? de perfil.
Viva moneda que nunca
se volver? a repetir.
Un ?ngel marchoso pone
su cabeza en un coj?n.
Otros de rubor cansado,
encendieron un candil.
Y cuando los cuatro primos
llegan a Benamej?,
voces de muerte cesaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.

Written by Andrew Marvell |

In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell

 Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit,
At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt.
In eandem Reginae Sueciae transmissam
Bellipotens Virgo, septem Regina Trionum.
Christina, Arctoi lucida stella Poli;
Cernis quas merui dura sub Casside Rugas;
Sicque Senex Armis impiger Ora fero;
Invia Fatorum dum per Vestigia nitor,
Exequor & Populi fortia Jussa Manu.
At tibi submittit frontem reverentior Umbra,
Nec sunt hi Vultus Regibus usque truces.

Written by Francesco Petrarch |

Ballata VI

BALLATA VI.
 Di tempo in tempo mi si fa men dura.
 THOUGH SHE BE LESS SEVERE, HE IS STILL NOT CONTENTED AND TRANQUIL AT HEART.
  From time to time more clemency for meIn that sweet smile and angel form I trace;Seem too her lovely faceAnd lustrous eyes at length more kind to be.[Pg 146]Yet, if thus honour'd, wherefore do my sighsIn doubt and sorrow flow,Signs that too truly showMy anguish'd desperate life to common eyes?Haply if, where she is, my glance I bend,This harass'd heart to cheer,Methinks that Love I hearPleading my cause, and see him succour lend.Not therefore at an end the strife I deem,Nor in sure rest my heart at last esteem;For Love most burns withinWhen Hope most pricks us on the way to win.
 Macgregor.  From time to time less cruelty I traceIn her sweet smile and form divinely fair;Less clouded doth appearThe heaven of her fine eyes and lovely face.What then at last avail to me those sighs,Which from my sorrows flow,And in my semblance showThe life of anguish and despair I lead?If towards her perchance I bend mine eyes,Some solace to bestowUpon my bosom's woe,Methinks Love takes my part, and lends me aid:Yet still I cannot find the conflict stay'd,Nor tranquil is my heart in every state:For, ah! my passion's heatMore strongly glows within as my fond hopes increase.
 Nott.