Some say goodnight — at night — |
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Some say goodnight — at night —
I say goodnight by day —
Good-bye — the Going utter me —
Goodnight, I still reply —
For parting, that is night,
And presence, simply dawn —
Itself, the purple on the... |
Some such Butterfly be seen |
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Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas —
Just at noon — no later — Sweet —
Then — the License closes —
Some such Spice — express and pass —
Subject to Your Plucking —
As the Stars — You knew... |
Some things that fly there be — |
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Some things that fly there be —
Birds — Hours — the Bumblebee —
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there be —
Grief — Hills — Eternity —
Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting,... |
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder |
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Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
Occupy to us though perhaps to them
Simpler are the Days than the Supposition
Leave us to presume
That oblique Belief which we call Conjecture
Grapples with a Theme... |
Some Wretched creature, savior take |
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Some Wretched creature, savior take
Who would exult to die
And leave for thy sweet mercy's sake
Another Hour to me
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Some — Work for Immortality — |
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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... |
Some, too fragile for winter winds |
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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... |
Somebody |
Anonymous |
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Somebody ’s courting somebody,
Somewhere or other to-night;
Somebody ’s whispering to somebody,
Somebody ’s listening to somebody,
Under this clear moonlight.
Near the bright river’s flow,
Running so still and slow,
Talking so soft... |
Somebody’s Darling |
Marie R. de la Coste |
1820 |
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Into a ward of the whitewashed halls
Where the dead and the dying lay,
Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls,
Somebody’s darling was borne one day—
Somebody’s darling, so young and brave;
Wearing yet on his sweet pale face—
Soon to be hid in... |
Somehow myself survived the Night |
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Somehow myself survived the Night
And entered with the Day —
That it be saved the Saved suffice
Without the Formula.
Henceforth I take my living place
As one commuted led —
A Candidate for Morning... |
Something Beyond |
Mary |
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Something beyond! though now, with joy unfound,
The life-task falleth from thy weary hand,
Be brave, be patient! In the fair beyond
Thou ’lt understand.
Thou ’lt understand why our most royal hours
Couch sorrowful slaves bound by low nature’s... |
Sometime |
May Riley Smith |
1862 |
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Sometime, when all life’s lessons have been learned,
And sun and stars forevermore have set,
The things which our weak judgments here have spurned,
The things o’er which we grieved with lashes wet,
Will flash before us, out of life’s dark night,
As... |
Sometimes with the Heart |
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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few — love at all.
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Somewhat, to hope for, |
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Somewhat, to hope for,
Be it ne'er so far
Is Capital against Despair —
Somewhat, to suffer,
Be it ne'er so keen —
If terminable, may be borne.
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Somewhere upon the general Earth |
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Somewhere upon the general Earth
Itself exist Today —
The Magic passive but extant
That consecrated me —
Indifferent Seasons doubtless play
Where I for right to be —
Would pay each Atom that I am... |
Sommation |
Victor Hugo |
1822 |
French |
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Laissez-la donc aller cette France immortelle !
Ne la conduisez pas ! Et quel besoin a-t-elle
De vous, soldat vaillant, mais enclin à charger
Les saints du ciel du soin d'écarter le danger ?
Pour Paris dont on voit flamboyer la... |
Sommeil |
Renée Vivien |
1893 |
French |
Ô Sommeil, ô Mort tiède, ô musique muette ! Ton visage s'incline éternellement las, Et le songe fleurit à l'ombre de tes pas, Ainsi qu'une nocturne et sombre violette.
Les parfums affaiblis et les astres décrus Revivent dans tes mains aux pâles transparences... |
Sommeil, paisible fils de la Nuit solitaire |
Philippe Desportes |
1576 |
French |
Sommeil, paisible fils de la Nuit solitaire, Père alme, nourricier de tous les animaux, Enchanteur gracieux, doux oubli de nos maux, Et des esprits blessés l'appareil salutaire :
Dieu favorable à tous, pourquoi m'es-tu contraire ? Pourquoi suis-je tout seul... |
Sommer |
Lisa Baumfeld |
1898 |
German |
Nun flammt in gold'nen Fluten Der trunk'ne Sommer durch die Luft, Der Erde heisse, liebeswilde Gluten Entbrennen hell in rothem Rosenduft ... Nun weint in Nächten, lauen, fahlen, Sehnsücht'ger Mond in bangem... |
Sommer |
Alma Johanna Koenig |
1930 |
German |
Ich bin weithin gegangen, durchs sonnverbrannte Land. Der Wind hat sich verfangen, in Haar mir und Gewand. Die Bauern sind beim Heuen, Duft weht zu mir heran, mein Herz ist ganz der neuen ... |