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A Truth, which Being must believe, 
The God Eternal died. 

My Soul exert thy Powers, adore, 
Upon Devotion's plumage sar 
To celebrate the Day; 
The God from whom Creation sprung 
Shall animate my grateful Tongue; 
From him I'll catch the Lay!...Read more of this...

...such to inclose 
Is more than to oppose.) 
Then burning through the air he went, 
And palaces and temples rent: 
And C?sar's head at last 
Did through his laurels blast. 
'Tis madness to resist or blame 
The force of angry heaven's flame: 
And, if we would speak true, 
Much to the man is due, 
Who from his private gardens, where 
He lived reserv?d and austere, 
As if his highest plot 
To plant the bergamot, 
Could by industrious valour climb 
To ruin the great work of time, ...Read more of this...

...ce I saw them. 
 There, direct in
 view, 
 Electra passed, among her sons. I knew 
 Hector and &Aelig;neas there; and C?sar too 
 Was of them, armed and falcon-eyed; and there 
 Camilla and Penthesilea. Near there sate 
 Lavinia, with her sire the Latian king; 
 Brutus, who drave the Tarquin; and Lucrece 
 Julia, Cornelia, Marcia, and their kin; 
 And, by himself apart, the Saladin. 

 Somewhat beyond I looked. A place more high 
 Than where these heroes moved I gazed, and kn...Read more of this...

...rimar mi vide,

«se vuo' campar d'esto loco selvaggio:

 ch? questa bestia, per la qual tu gride,

non lascia altrui passar per la sua via,

ma tanto lo 'mpedisce che l'uccide;

 e ha natura s? malvagia e ria,

che mai non empie la bramosa voglia,

e dopo 'l pasto ha pi? fame che pria.

 Molti son li animali a cui s'ammoglia,

e pi? saranno ancora, infin che 'l veltro

verr?, che la far? morir con doglia.

 Questi non ciber? terra n? peltro,

ma sapienza, amore e virtute,

e ...Read more of this...

...earfulness,
"if you would leave this savage wilderness;


ch? questa bestia, per la qual tu gride,
non lascia altrui passar per la sua via,
ma tanto lo 'mpedisce che l'uccide ;

the beast that is the cause of your outcry
allows no man to pass along her track, 
but blocks him even to the point of death;


e ha natura s? malvagia e ria,
che mai non empie la bramosa voglia,
e dopo 'l pasto ha pi? fame che pria .

her nature is so squalid, so malicious
that she can never sate her...Read more of this...

...ylvius, 
while he was still corruptible, had journeyed 
into the deathless world with his live body. 


Per?, se l'avversario d'ogne male 
cortese i fu, pensando l'alto effetto 
ch'uscir dovea di lui e 'l chi e 'l quale , 

For, if the Enemy of every evil 
was courteous to him, considering 
all he would cause and who and what he was, 


non pare indegno ad omo d'intelletto; 
ch'e' fu de l'alma Roma e di suo impero 
ne l'empireo ciel per padre eletto : 

that does not seem inc...Read more of this...

...Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, 
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. 
Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.
"O C?sar, we who are about to die 
Salute you!" was the gladiators' cry 
In the arena, standing face to face 
With death and with the Roman populace. 
O ye familiar scenes,--ye groves of pine, 
That once were mine and are no longer mine,-- 
Thou river, widening through the meadows green 
To the vast sea, so near and yet unseen,-- 
Ye halls, in whose seclusion and...Read more of this...

...oakes was made one wound,
Where all thy shafts were stuck with fatall ayme
Untill a quiver this thy marke became,
Had C?sar fifty wounds to let in thee
Because a troop of men might seeme to bee
Comprised in that great Spirit, this had more
Whose deaths were equalld with the fruitfull store
Of hopefull vertues, though each wound did reach
The very heart, yet none could make a breach
Into his soule, a soule more fully drest
With vertuous gemmes than was his body prest
With hate...Read more of this...

...rofonda tanto,
che dietro la memoria non pu? ire.
 Veramente quant'io del regno santo
ne la mia mente potei far tesoro,
sar? ora materia del mio canto.
 O buono Appollo, a l'ultimo lavoro
fammi del tuo valor s? fatto vaso,
come dimandi a dar l'amato alloro.
 Infino a qui l'un giogo di Parnaso
assai mi fu; ma or con amendue
m'? uopo intrar ne l'aringo rimaso.
 Entra nel petto mio, e spira tue
s? come quando Marsia traesti
de la vagina de le membra sue.
 O divina virt?, se mi t...Read more of this...

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