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.
Stando in questo chiostro a picco sul mare della Divina Costiera Amalfitana, circondato dai colori delle fioriture, ho compreso che amo essere viandante e non turista.
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.
Sweet is the swamp with it's secrets, Until we meet a snake; 'Tis then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling gallop That only childhood knows. A snake is nature's treason, And...
Sweet skepticism of the Heart - That knows - and does not know - And tosses like a Fleet of Balm - Affronted by the snow - Invites and then retards the truth Lest Certainty be sere Compared with the d...
Take your Heaven further on - This - to Heaven divine Has gone - Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e'en You had seen An Eternity - put on - Now - to ring a Door beyond Is the utmost of Your Hand ...
Talvolta ci facciamo prendere dalla compassione per creature incapaci di provare sentimenti sia per se stessi che per altri.
Teach Him - When He makes the names - Such an one - to say - On his babbling - Berry - lips - As should sound - to me - Were my Ear - as near his nest - As my thought - today - As should sound - "...
Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that Coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble story While a statelier Tale Grown in the Repetition hoary Sca...
Than Heaven more remote, For Heaven is the Root, But these the flitted Seed, More flown indeed, Than Ones that never were, Or those that hide, and are - What madness, by their side, A vision to provid...
That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main - The Will it is that situates - Equator - never can.
That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived - Enough - That I shall love alway - I argue thee That love is life - And life hath Immortality - This - dost thou doubt - Sw...
That love is all there is, Is all we know of Love; It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned to the groove. Che sia l'amore tutto ci? che esiste ? ci? che noi sappiamo dell'amore; E pu? bastar...
The Angle of a Landscape - That every time I wake - Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack - Like a Venetian - waiting - Accosts my open eye - Is just a Bough of Apples - Held slanting, i...
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings - Like fallow Article - And not a song pervade his Lips - Or none perceptible. His small Umbrella quaintly halved Describing in the Air An Arc alike inscrutable Ela...
The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in it's place - It's place is in the Human Heart And in the Heavenly Grace - What respite from her thrilling toil Did Beauty ever take - But Work might b...