Frasi emily bront
Sic transit gloria mundi,"
"How doth the busy bee,"
"Dum vivimus vivamus,"
I stay mine enemy!
Oh "veni, vidi, vici!"
Oh caput cap-a-pie!
And oh "memento mori&qu...
Sii sempre con me, prendi qualsiasi forma, portami alla follia. Solo non lasciarmi in quest'abisso, nel quale non riesco a trovarti.
Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad. Only do not leave m...
Sleep is supposed to be
By souls of sanity -
The shutting of the eye.
Sleep is the station grand
Down wh'on either hand -
The Hosts of Witness stand!
Morn is supposed to be
By people of degree -
The ...
So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty - so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find -
So breathless till I passed her -
So helpless when I turned
And bore her struggling, blushing,
Her si...
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise -
Hidden away, cunningly,
From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me -
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perp...
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today -
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away -
Oozed so, in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tide -
Blooming - tripping - flowing -
Are ye then with God
So well that I can live without -
I love thee - then How well is that?
As well as Jesus?
Prove it me
That He - loved Men -
As I - love thee.
Some - Work for Immortality -
The Chiefer part, for Time -
He - Compensates - immediately -
The former - Checks - on Fame -
Slow Gold - but Everlasting -
The Bullion of Today -
Contrasted with the Cur...
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike,
But this slew all but him,
Who so appareled his Escape,
Too trackless for a Tomb.
Some Days retired from the rest
In soft distinction lie
The Day that a Companion came
Or was obliged to die.
Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses -
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold -
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building...
Sono pi? miti le mattine
E pi? scure diventano le noci
E le bacche hanno un viso pi? rotondo,
La rosa non ? pi? nella citt?.
L'acero indossa una sciarpa pi? gaia,
E la campagna una gonna scarlatta.
E...
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed -
But tens have won an all -
Angel's breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee -
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul
South winds jostle them -
Bumblebees come -
Hover - hesitate -
Drink, and are gone -
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere -
I - softly plucking,
Present them here!
Split the Lark - and you'll find the Music -
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old -
Loose the Flood - you shall find it patent...
Spurn the temerity -
Rashness of Calvary -
Gay were Gethsemane
Knew we of thee.
Step lightly on this narrow spot -
The broadest Land that grows
Is not so ample as the Breast
These Emerald Seams enclose.
Step lofty, for this name be told
As far as Cannon dwell
Or Flag subsist or F...
Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
...
Such are the inlets of the mind -
His outlets - would you see
Ascend with me the eminence
Of Immortality.
Such guilt to love thee most.
Quale Colpa amarti pi? di tutto.
Summer - we all have seen -
A few of us - believed -
A few - the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved -
But Summer does not care -
She takes her gracious way
As eligible as the Moon
To the Temerity -
D...
Summer laid her simple Hat
On it's boundless shelf -
Unobserved - a Ribin slipt
Fasten it yourself.
Summer laid her supple Glove
In it's sylvan Drawer -
Wheresoe'er - as was she -
The Affair of Awe.
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life.
Sweet - safe - Houses -
Glad - gay - Houses -
Sealed so stately tight -
Lids of Steel - on Lids of Marble -
Locking Barefeet out -
Brooks of Plush - in Banks of Satin
Not so softly fall
As the laughte...
Sweet hours have perished here,
This is a mighty room -
Within it's precincts hopes have played
Now shadows in the tomb.