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Seven times Three |
Jean Ingelow |
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English |
Love
I Leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover,
Dark, dark was the garden, I saw not the gate;
“Now, if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover—
Hush, nightingale, hush! O sweet nightingale, wait
Till I listen and hear
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Seven Times Two |
Jean Ingelow |
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English |
Romance
YOU bells in the steeple, ring out your changes,
How many soever they be,
And let the brown meadow-lark’s note as he ranges
Come over, come over to me.
Yet birds’ clearest carol by fall or by swelling
No magical sense conveys,... |
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Several Questions Answered |
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English |
Several Questions Answerd
He who binds to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternitys sun rise
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Severed Selves |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
1848 |
Love |
Two separate divided silences,
Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
Two glances which together would rejoice
In love, now lost like stars beyond dark trees;
Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease;
Two bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual... |
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Severer Service of myself |
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English |
Severer Service of myself
I — hastened to demand
To fill the awful Vacuum
Your life had left behind —
I worried Nature with my Wheels
When Hers had ceased to run —
When she had put away Her Work... |
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Sevilla |
Eduardo Asquerino |
1846 |
Spanish |
¡Ay! ¡qué aroma embalsamado,
y qué armonioso concento,
y qué susurro acordado
al claro espacio alborado
lleva en sus alas el viento!
¡Salve, ciudad de las flores!
que hasta olvidé mis dolores
en tus eternos pensiles;
¡Eden de los Irasfiles,
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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. |
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English |
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed —
That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door —
Daisies point the... |
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Sexuelle Aufklärung |
Kurt Tucholsky |
1919 |
German |
[86] Sexuelle Aufklärung
Tritt ein, mein Sohn, in dieses Varieté!
Die heiligen Hallen füllt ein lieblich Odium... |
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Sey mir gegrüßt, du große |
Heinrich Heine |
1827 |
German |
Sey mir gegrüßt, du große,
Geheimnißvolle Stadt,
Die einst in ihrem Schooße
Mein Liebchen umschlossen hat.
5 Sagt an, ihr Thürme und Thore,
Wo ist die Liebste mein?
Euch hab’ ich sie anvertrauet,
Ihr solltet mir Bürge seyn. ... |
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Shadow-Evidence |
Mary Mapes Dodge |
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English |
Swift o’er the sunny grass,
I saw a shadow pass
With subtle charm,—
So quick, so full of life,
With thrilling joy so rife,
I started lest, unknown,
My step—ere it was flown—
Had done it harm.
Why look up to the blue?... |
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Shakespeare |
Henry Ames Blood |
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English |
I wish that I could have my wish to-night,
For all the fairies should assist my flight
Back into the abyss of years;
Till I could see the streaming light,
And hear the music of the spheres
That sang together at the joyous birth
Of that... |
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Shakespeare |
Samuel Johnson |
1729 |
English |
From “Prologue”
[Spoken by Mr. Garrick at the opening of the Theatre in Drury Lane, in 1747.]
WHEN Learning’s triumph o’er her barbarous foes
First reared the stage, immortal Shakespeare rose;
Each change of many-colored life he drew,
Exhausted worlds... |
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Shakespeare |
Hartley Coleridge |
1816 |
English |
The Soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed centre. Like that ark,
Which in its sacred hold uplifted high,
O’er the drowned hills, the human family,
And stock reserved of every living kind,
So,... |
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Shakespeare’s Strumpf |
Theodor Fontane |
1851 |
German |
[240] Shakespeare’s Strumpf.
(Bei Gelegenheit eines Leipziger Festes, wo man mit einer
Schillerschen Weste... |
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Shakspeare |
Auguste Barbier |
1841 |
French |
Hélas ! Hélas ! Faut-il qu’une haleine glacée
Ternisse le front pur des maîtres glorieux,
Et faut-il qu’ici-bas les dieux de la pensée,
S’en aillent tristement comme les autres dieux !
De Shakspeare aujourd’hui les sublimes merveilles
Vont frapper sans émoi... |
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Shakspeare |
Amable Tastu |
1818 |
French |
.... Nature might stand up
And say lo all the world : This was a man !
Shakspeare.
La nature pouvait se lever, et dire au monde entier : C’était
un homme !
Telle, aux regards surpris d’un jeune passager,
Jeté par le... |
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Shall I take thee, the Poet said |
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English |
Shall I take thee, the Poet said
To the propounded word?
Be stationed with the Candidates
Till I have finer tried —
The Poet searched Philology
And when about to ring
For the suspended Candidate... |
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Shame is the shawl of Pink |
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Shame is the shawl of Pink
In which we wrap the Soul
To keep it from infesting Eyes —
The elemental Veil
Which helpless Nature drops
When pushed upon a scene
Repugnant to her probity —
Shame is... |
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She bore it till the simple veins |
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English |
She bore it till the simple veins
Traced azure on her hand —
Til pleading, round her quiet eyes
The purple Crayons stand.
Till Daffodils had come and gone
I cannot tell the sum,
And then she ceased... |
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She Came and Went |
James Russell Lowell |
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English |
As a twig trembles, which a bird
Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,
So is my memory thrilled and stirred;—
I only know she came and went.
As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven,
The blue dome’s measureless content,
So my soul held that... |
