Quotes about nam, page 8
In Legationem Domini Oliveri St. John Ad Provincias Foederatas
Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina magnis,
Ut dubites Casu vel Ratione data.
Nam Sors, caeca licet, tamen est praesaga futuri;
Et sub fatidico Nomine vera premit.
Et Tu, cui soli voluit Respublica credi,
Foedera seu Belgis seu nova Bella feras;
Haud frustra cecidit tibi Compellatio fallax,
Ast scriptum ancipiti Nomine Munus erat;
Scilicet hoc Martis, sed Pacis Nuntius illo:
Clavibus his Jani ferrea Claustra regis.
Non opus Arcanos Chartis committere Sensus,
Et varia licitos condere Fraude Dolos.
Tu quoque si taceas tamen est Legatio Nomen.
Et velut in Scytale publica verba refert.
Vultis Oliverum, Batavi, Sanctumve Johannem?
Antiochus gyro non breviore stetit.
poem by Andrew Marvell
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An Elegy On Ben Jonson
WHO first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes,
And was the first best Judge in his owne Cause?
Who (when his Actors trembled for Applause)
Could (with a noble Confidence) preferre
His owne, by right, to a whole Theater;
From Principles which he knew could not erre.
Who to his FABLE did his Persons fitt,
With all the Properties of Art and Witt,
And above all (that could bee Acted) writt.
Who publique Follies did to covert drive,
Which hee againe could cunningly retrive,
Leaving them no ground to rest on, and thrive.
Heere IONSON lies, whom had I nam'd before
In that one word alone, I had paid more
Then can be now, when plentie makes me poore.
poem by John Cleveland
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Sonnet 75: Of All The Kings
Of all the kings that ever here did reign,
Edward nam'd Fourth, as first in praise I name;
Not for his fair outside, nor well-lin'd brain,
Although less gifts imp feathers oft on Fame:
Nor that he could young-wise, wise-valiant frame
His sire's revenge, join'd with a kingdom's gain;
And, gain'd by Mars, could yet mad Mars so tame,
That balance weigh'd what sword did late obtain;
Nor that he made the Flow'r-de-luce so 'fraid,
Though strongly hedg'd of bloody Lion's paws,
That witty Lewis to him a tribute paid;
Nor this, nor that, nor any such small cause,
But only for this worthy knight durst prove
To lose his crown, rather than fail his love.
poem by Philip Sidney
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War Is Never Over
War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
War is never over
Nam veterans know this well
Now other wars bring memories back
Of their own eternal hell
War is never over
For I knew world war two
And I'll not forget the battles
Or the nightmares that ensue
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poem by Cecil L. Harrison
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Hindi Poem- Zindagi Me Mera 'Khas
Zindagi Me Mujhe Kisi Ka Sath Na Raha,
Jise Apna Samjha Vo Bhi Mere Pas Na Raha,
Jab Waqt Tha Tab Kadr Nahi Ki Usne Meri,
Isliye Jab Usne Mujhe Khas Samjha
Vo Mere Liye Khas Na Raha.....
Jab Kho Diya Humne Khudko,
Tab Vo Humse Milne Ki Guzarish Liye Pahuche,
Hamari Ankhon Me Apna Aks Dhundhne Pahuche,
ShayadHumse Phir Bewafai Karne Pahuche,
Par Hum Kaha Ab Hum The,
Hazaro Sawalo Ke Sath,
In Ankhon Ke Aasu Abhi Bhi Nam The,
Haqeeqat Me Aa Chuke The Hum,
Un Sapno Ki Duniya Ko Chodkar,
Har Pal Har Bat Ko Chodkar,
Unke Sath Ko Chodkar,
Isliye Jab Humse Mil,
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poem by Apurva Jain
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Handschoenen
Er lag een dood
paar handschoenen
langs de straatrand
satijnig rood
geweven
bebladerd de weg.
Een dood paar handschoenen.
nou kom op wat naar,
hoe kan dat nou
gebeuren zeg?
Er zat geen leven
meer in,
gestorven ding,
de zin die was
er uit,
de rode draad
verloren, pech.
Nu ligt het daar
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poem by Madrason writer
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Woodstock Generation/Memorial Day
For every aging boomer
there are one or two they've known:
Heroes of the battlefield
Who never made it home.
Some classmate who was butchered
in a fire fight in “Nam.
A sibling who had perished
in the standoff at Khe Sanh.
Perhaps the Tet offensive
left some friend's blood spilled and spent.
Politicians speak of glory-
It’s the grunts who pay the rent
From the walls of Hue to Can Ranh Bay
from Tonkin to Saigon.
there is a wall in Washington
with their names inscribed thereon.
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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Dear Crickets
It's spring time yet
I remember the crickets
long gone and dead probably
those creatures made the autumn nights
so pleasant to spend
though all by myself
a little chilly
it seemed to me
for I had no companion to keep me warm,
yeah, the songs they sang
were making my saddened heart
to rejoyce again
in cheerful spirit.
They were wonderful singers,
yes, they were great
companions.
I miss you guys
though you might have been dead
since long ago,
a few broken or shreded pieces
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poem by Sangnam Nam
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In Seditionem Horrendam, Corruptelis Gallicus Ut Fertue, Londini Nuper Exortam
Perfida, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore,
Non armis, laurum Gallia fraude petit.
Venalem pretio plebem conducit, et urit
Undique privatas patriciasque domos.
Nequicquam conata suâ, fœdissima sperat
Posse tamen nostrâ nos superare manu.
Gallia, vana struis! Precibus nunc utere! Vinces,
Nam mites timidis supplicibusque sumus.
TRANSLATION.
False, cruel, disappointed, stung to the heart,
France quits the warrior's for the assassin's part,
To dirty hands a dirty bribe conveys,
Bids the low street and lofty palace blaze.
Her sons, too weak to vanquish us alone,
She hires the worst and basest of our own.
Kneel, France! a suppliant conquers us with ease,
We always spare a coward on his knees.
poem by William Cowper
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I Hate You Means I Love You
So many 'I love you's
but not many real ones
So many 'I love you's
but not many do really
but there aren't many 'I hate you! 's
though some still care enough to say
what they really feel
deep inside like
'I hate YOU! '
for they care enough
to let the other person
know what they really feel
have enough courage to let the other person
know that they really care
Those are the ones with true feelings
healthy enough to heal
the others the sick ones
the no-feeling ones
numb rather you would say
We have all these angels with
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poem by Sangnam Nam
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