Sleep and His Brother Death |
William Hamilton Hayne |
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Just ere the darkness is withdrawn,
In seasons of cold or heat,
Close to the boundary line of Dawn
These mystical brothers meet.
They clasp their weird and shadowy hands,
As they listen each to each,
But never a mortal understands... |
Sleep is supposed to be |
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Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
Sleep is the station grand
Down which on either hand
The... |
Sleeping Child (Lydia Sigourney) |
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SLEEP, dearest, long and sweet,
With smile upon thy brow,
Thy restless, tottering feet,
Are surely weary now,
Trotting about all day
Upon the nursery-floor,
Or happier still to play... |
Sleeplessness |
William Wordsworth |
1790 |
English |
A Flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;—
I ’ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the... |
Sleepy Hollow |
William Ellery Channing |
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No abbey’s gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops,
No winding torches paint the midnight air;
Here the green pines delight, the aspen droops
Along the modest pathways, and those fair
Pale asters of the season spread their plumes
Around this field, fit... |
Sleigh Song |
G. W. Pettee |
1820 |
English |
Jingle, jingle, clear the way,
’T is the merry, merry sleigh!
As it swiftly scuds along.
Hear the burst of happy song;
See the gleam of glances bright,
Flashing o’er the pathway white!
Jingle, jingle, past it flies,
Sending shafts from... |
Sleighing Song |
John Shaw |
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When calm is the night, and the stars shine bright,
The sleigh glides smooth and cheerily;
And mirth and jest abound,
While all is still around,
Save the horses’ trampling sound,
And the horse-bells tinkling merrily.
But when the... |
Slowenischer Leierkasten |
Karl Kraus |
1920 |
German |
Das ist ein Sonntagabend,
wo ich in fernem Land
vor rotem Himmelstore
verlorner Liebe stand.
5 O Melodie, im Ohre
den Gram der Welt begrabend.
[... |
Sly Thoughts |
Coventry Patmore |
1843 |
English |
“i Saw him kiss your cheek!”—“’T is true.”
“O Modesty!”—“’T was strictly kept:
He thought me asleep; at least, I knew
He thought I thought he thought I slept.”
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Small and Early |
Tudor Jenks |
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When dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor;
No matter how much tea I drank, she always gave me more;
Our table was the scarlet box in which her tea-set came;
Our guests, an armless one-eyed doll, a wooden horse gone lame.
She poured out nothing, very fast... |
Small and Early |
Tudor Jenks |
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When Dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor;
No matter how much tea I drank, she always gave me more;
Our table was the scarlet box in which her tea-set came;
Our guests, an armless one-eyed doll, a wooden horse gone lame.
She poured out nothing, very fast... |
Small Beginnings |
Charles Mackay |
1834 |
English |
A Traveller through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breath its early vows;
And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs;
The dormouse... |
Smiling back from Coronation |
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Smiling back from Coronation
May be Luxury —
On the Heads that started with us —
Being's Peasantry —
Recognizing in Procession
Ones We former knew —
When Ourselves were also dusty —
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Smoke |
Henry David Thoreau |
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Light-winged smoke! Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight;
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By... |
Smoke |
Henry David Thoreau |
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LIGHT-WINGED Smoke! Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight;
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;... |
Smoking Spiritualized |
Ralph Erskine |
1705 |
English |
Was this small plant for thee cut down?
So was the plant of great renown,
Which Mercy sends
For nobler ends.
Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Doth juice medicinal proceed
From such a naughty foreign weed?
Then what ’s... |
Sneezing |
Leigh Hunt |
1804 |
English |
What a moment, what a doubt!
All my nose is inside out,—
All my thrilling, tickling caustic,
Pyramid rhinocerostic,
Wants to sneeze and cannot do it!
How it yearns me, thrills me, stings me,
How with rapturous torment wrings me!
Now... |
Snow beneath whose chilly softness |
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee
Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
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Snow flakes. |
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Snow flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of... |
Snow-Flakes |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
1827 |
English |
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
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