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I climb collapsing under such great weight
this lofty, steep, and craggy mountainside, that I scarce reach the summit when I step on air, and, tumbling, to the base I slide. All battered by the blows and by the load, I barely rise, and to my old travails I must return; but to what end? The ground itself on my accustomed journey fails. But, though the danger causes me to swoon, I don't give up my quest; rather, again my wearying exertions I repeat. Fear grows, and in persistence so do I; and without pause, as wheels must ever turn, so I once more plunge down to my defeat. Fernando de Herrera 1534 - 1597 (© Alix Ingber, 1995) |
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