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incampissilvae:

non corporalibus, ut Ulysses, ad arborem vinculis alligandus,sed animus ad Crucis lignum spiritalibus nexibus vinciendus

incampissilvae:

non corporalibus, ut Ulysses, ad arborem vinculis alligandus,
sed animus ad Crucis lignum spiritalibus nexibus vinciendus

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Il gigantesco rovere abbattuto
l’intero inverno giacque sulla zolla,
mostrando, in cerchi, nelle sue midolla
i centonovant’anni che ha vissuto.

Ma poi che Primavera ogni corolla
dischiuse con le mani di velluto,
dai monchi nodi qua e là rampolla
e sogna ancora d’essere fronzuto.

Rampolla e sogna - immemore di scuri –
l’eterna volta cerula e serena,
e gli ospiti canori e i frutti e l’ire
aquilonari e i secoli futuri …

Non so perché mi faccia tanta pena
quel moribondo che non vuol morire!

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"m’incantò la rima fiore
amore
la più antica difficile del mondo"
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D’altri diluvi una colomba ascolto.

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Nardus meus dedit odorem suum quia vox tua suavis et forma tua speciosa.

Nardus meus dedit odorem suum quia vox tua suavis et forma tua speciosa.

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Take care of the sense and the words take care of themselves.

Take care of the sense and the words take care of themselves.

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Boriosa polve! Tracotanto atòmo! 
Fantasima dell’uomo.

Boriosa polve! Tracotanto atòmo!
Fantasima dell’uomo.

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The World was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

The World was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

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"Ecce nunc tempus acceptabile, ecce nunc dies salutis. Nemini dantes ullam offensionem ut non vituperetur ministerium, sed in omnibus exhibeamus nosmetipsos sicut Dei ministros : in multa patientia, in tribulationibus, in necessitatibus, in angustiis, in plagis, in carceribus, in seditionibus, in laboribus, in vigiliis, in jejuniis; in castitate, in scientia, in longanimitate, in suavitate, in Spiritu Sancto, in caritate non ficta, in verbo veritatis, in virtute Dei; per arma justitiae a dextris et sinistris; per gloriam et ignobilitatem, per infamiam et bonam famam; ut seductores, et veraces; sicut qui ignoti, et cogniti; quasi morientes, et ecce vivimus; ut castigati, et non mortificati; quasi tristes, semper autem gaudentes; sicut egentes, multos autem locupletantes; tamquam nihil habentes, et omnia possidentes."

— II Cor 6, 2-10

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The Vicar of Bray.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoS2XsLvdRM

In good King Charles's golden time,
When Loyalty no harm meant;
A zealous High-Church man I was,
And so I gain’d Preferment.
To teach my Flock I never miss’d,
Kings are by God appointed,
And Damn’d are those who dare resist,
Or touch the Lord’s Anointed.

When Royal Jim possest the Crown,
And Popery came in fashion;
The Penal Law I hooted down,
And read the Declaration:
The Church of Rome I found will fit
Full well my Constitution,
And I had been a Jesuit,
But for the Revolution.

When William was our King declared,
To ease the Nation’s Grievance,
With this new Wind about I veered,
And swore to him Allegiance:
Old Principles I did revoke,
Set conscience at a distance,
Passive Obedience was a Joke,
A Jest was non-resistance.

When Royal Anne became our Queen,
The Church of England’s Glory,
Another face of things was seen,
And I became a Tory:
Occasional Conformists base
I Damn’d, and Moderation,
Althought the Church in danger was
From such Prevarication.

When George in Pudding time came o’er,
And Moderate Men looked big, Sir,
My Principles I chang’d once more,
And thus became a Whig, Sir.
And thus Preferment I procur’d,
From our new Faith’s Defender,
And almost every day abjur’d
The Pope, and the Pretender.

The Illustrious House of Hannover,
And Protestant succession,
To them I do the Allegiance swear,
Whilst they may holdpossession:
For in my Faith, and Loyalty,
I never more will faulter,
But George my lawful King shall be,
Until the Times do alter.

And this is Law that I’ll maintain
Until my dying day, Sir.
That whatsoever King may reign
Still I’ll be the Vicar of Bray, Sir!

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You left me - Sire - two Legacies -
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of -

You left me Boundaries of Pain -
Capacious as the Sea -
Between Eternity and Time -
Your Counsciousness - and Me -

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Miraris turrem egregiam sacro aere sonantem?
Hæc quoque de modulo crevit ad astra meo.
Denique, sum Joctus. Quid opus fuit illa referre?
Hoc nomen longi carminis instar erat.

Miraris turrem egregiam sacro aere sonantem?
Hæc quoque de modulo crevit ad astra meo.
Denique, sum Joctus. Quid opus fuit illa referre?
Hoc nomen longi carminis instar erat.