She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand - Till pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple crayons stand. Till Daffodils had come and gone I cannot tell the sum, And then she ceased t...
She dealt her pretty words like Blades - How glittering they shone - And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone - She never deemed - she hurt - That - is not Steel's Affair - A vulgar grima...
She died - this was the way she died. And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun - Her little figure at the gate The Angels must have spied, Since I could never f...
She died at play - Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers - Her ghost strolled softly over the hill - Yesterday, and Today - Her vestments as t...
She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away - Intending to return - But not so soon - Her merry Arms, half dropt - As if for lull of sport - An instant had forgot - The Trick to start - Her dancin...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms - And leaves the Shreds behind - Oh Housewife in the Evening West - Come back, and dust the Pond! You dropped a Purple Ravelling in - You dropped an Amber Thread - ...
She went as quiet as the Dew From an accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the accustomed hour! She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve - Less skillful than Le Verriere...
She's happy, with a new Content - That feels to her - like Sacrament - She's busy - with an altered Care - As just apprenticed to the Air - She's tearful - if she weep at all - For blissful Causes - M...
Should you but fail at - Sea - In sight of me - Or doomed lie - Next Sun - to die - Or rap - at Paradise - unheard I'd harass God Until he let you in!
Si dice che chi sa far felici gli altri è un Santo. Allora è forse questo l'arduo compito degli angeli?
Si dice che chi sa far felici gli altri ? un Santo. Alora ? forse questo l'arduo compito degli angeli?
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.
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...
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!