Frasi emily castaldo
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!