Suspiro |
José Asunción Silva |
1885 |
Spanish |
Si en tus recuerdos ves algún día
entre la niebla de lo pasado
surgir la triste memoria mía
medio borrada ya por los años,
piensa que fuiste siempre mi anhelo
y si el recuerdo de amor tan santo
mueve tu pecho; nubla tu cielo,
llena de lágrimas tus ojos... |
Suum cuique! |
Karl Henckell |
1921 |
German |
Suum cuique!
Es läuft ein großes Schweinepack
Auf dieser Welt herum,
Ob Sportdreß, Samtflaus, Joppe, Frack,
Ob’s Schnaps säuft oder Mumm.
5 Steckt überall den Rüssel ’rein,
Wo’s was zu schnüffeln gibt,
Bekleckert selbst den klaren Wein, ... |
Suzanne |
André Chénier |
1778 |
French |
Je dirai l'innocence en butte à l'imposture, Et le pouvoir inique, et la vieillesse impure, L'enfance auguste et sage, et Dieu, dans ses bienfaits, Qui daigne la choisir pour venger les forfaits. Ô fille du Très-Haut, organe du génie, Voix sublime et touchante,... |
Suzette et Suzon |
Victor Hugo |
1844 |
French |
J'adore Suzette, Mais j'aime Suzon, Suzette en toilette, Suzon sans façon ! Ah ! Suzon, Suzette ! Suzette, Suzon !
Rimons pour Suzette, Rimons pour Suzon ; L'une est ma musette, L'autre est ma chanson, Ah ! Suzon, Suzette ! ... |
Suzon |
Alfred de Musset |
1830 |
French |
Ce que j'écris est bon pour les buveurs de bière
Qui jettent la bouteille après le premier verre:
C'est l'histoire d'un fou mort pour avoir aimé
A casser une pipe après avoir fumé.
Deux muscadins d'abbés qui soupaient chez le pape,
Etant venus un jour à bout de se... |
Sweet hours have perished here; |
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English |
Sweet hours have perished here,
This is a timid room -
Within it's precints hopes have played
Now shadows in the tomb.
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Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, |
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Sweet is the swamp with its 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 summer's treason,... |
Sweet meat has sour sauce |
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Sweet Meeting of Desires |
Coventry Patmore |
1843 |
English |
From “The Angel in the House”
I GREW assured, before I asked,
That she ’d be mine without reserve,
And in her unclaimed graces basked
At leisure, till the time should serve,—
With just enough of dread to thrill
The hope, and make it trebly... |
Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie — |
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Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie —
Never deny Me — Never fly —
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me — when I fail — or feign,
Or take the Royal names in vain —
Their far — slow — Violet Gaze —
My... |
Sweet Nature’s Voice |
Arthur Joseph Munby |
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English |
From “Susan: A Poem of Degrees”
HER Master gave the signal, with a look:
Then, timidly as if afraid, she took
In her rough hands the Laureate’s dainty book,
And straight began. But when she did begin,
Her own mute sense of poesy within
Broke forth... |
Sweet Pirate of the heart, |
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Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice's Mutiny —
Some Attar's perfidy?
Confide in me.
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Sweet Skepticism of the Heart — |
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English |
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... |
Sweet — safe — Houses — |
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Sweet — safe — Houses —
Glad — gay — Houses —
Sealed so stately tight —
Lids of Steel — on Lids of Marble —
Locking Bare feet out —
Brooks of Plush — in Banks of Satin
Not so softly fall
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Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered |
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Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered
Every time — for Two —
So that the Sum be never hindered
Through Decay of You —
Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings —
Blame the little Hand
Happy it be for You... |
Sweet, to have had them lost |
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Sweet, to have had them lost
For news that they be saved —
The nearer they departed Us
The nearer they, restored,
Shall stand to Our Right Hand —
Most precious and the Dead —
Next precious ... |
Swelld limbs with no outline that you can descry |
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Swelld limbs with no outline that you can descry
That Stink in the Nose of a Stander by
But all the Pulp washd painted finishd with labour
Of an hundred journeymens how dye do Neighbour
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Swell’s Soliloquy |
Anonymous |
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English |
I Don’t appwove this hawid waw;
Those dweadful bannahs hawt my eyes;
And guns and dwums are such a baw,—
Why don’t the pawties compwamise?
Of cawce, the twoilet has its chawms;
But why must all the vulgah cwowd
Pawsist in spawting unifawms... |
swem ist mit edlem sange wol |
Hartloub Johannes |
1422 |
German |
swem ist mit edlem sange wol
des herze ist vol gar edler sinne
sanc ist ein sô gar edlez guot
er kumt von edlem sinne dar
durch frouwen klâr durch edel minne
von den zwein kumt sô hôher muot
waz waer diu welt enwaeren wîp sô schoene
durch sî wirt sô vil... |
Swimming |
Lord Byron |
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From “The Two Foscari”
HOW many a time have I
Cloven, with arm still lustier, breast more daring,
The wave all roughened; with a swimmer’s stroke
Flinging the billows back from my drenched hair,
And laughing from my lips the audacious brine... |