Luís de Camões Quotes

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The lover becomes the thing he loves
By virtue of much imagining;
Since what I long for is already in me,
The act of longing should be enough.

Luís de Camões
Now let the judging Reader mark what Rex
The Idol Gold (which all the World ador'th)
Plays both in Poor and Rich: by Money's Thurst
All Laws and Tyes (Divine, and Humane) burst.

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O foul disgrace, of knighthood lasting stain,
By men of arms a helpless lady slain!

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Right honest studies my career can show
with long Experience blent as best beseems,
and Genius here presented for thy view;—
gifts, that conjoined appertain to few.

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My Song shall spread where ever there are Men,
If Wit and Art will so much guide my Pen.

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Ever in this world saw I
Good men suffer grave torments,
But even more—
Enough to terrify—
Men who live out evil lives
Reveling in pleasure and in content.

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Cease All, whose Actions ancient Bards exprest:
A brighter Valour rises in the West.

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I spoke, when rising through the darken'd air,
Appall'd, we saw a hideous phantom glare;

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The moon, full orb'd, forsakes her watery cave,
And lifts her lovely head above the wave.

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A nobler hero's deeds demand my lays
Than e'er adorn'd the song of ancient days;

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Better deserve them, and to goe without;
Than have them undeserved, without doubt.

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I am ending the course of my life, but the world will bear witness how I have loved my country; I have returned not only to die on her bosom, but to die with her!

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He who inflicts a vile and unjust harm by using the power and the force with which he is invested, does not conquer; the true victory is to have on one's side Right naked and entire.

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O Glory of commanding! O vain Thirst
Of that same empty nothing we call Fame!

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Love is a fire that burns unseen,
A wound that aches yet isn't felt,
An always discontent contentment,
A pain that rages without hurting,

A longing for nothing but to long,
A loneliness in the midst of people,
A never feeling pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains when lost in thought.

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No more the summer of my life remains,
My autumn's lengthening evenings chill my veins;
Down the black stream of years by woes on woes
Wing'd on, I hasten to the tomb's repose

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Time changes, and our desires change. What we
believe—even what we are—is ever-
changing. The world is change, which forever
takes on new qualities.

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The crown, of heaven's own pearls, whose ardent rays,
Flam'd round his brows, outshone the diamond's blaze:
His breath such gales of vital fragrance shed,
As might, with sudden life, inspire the dead.

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For, though in Science much contained bee,
In special cases Practice more doth see.

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Ah! where shall weary man take sanctuary,
where live his little span of life secure?
and 'scape of Heav'n serene th' indignant storms
that launch their thunders at us earthen worms?

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