Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" Oh caput cap-a-pie! And oh "memento mori&qu...
Sii sempre con me, prendi qualsiasi forma, portami alla follia. Solo non lasciarmi in quest'abisso, nel quale non riesco a trovarti. Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad. Only do not leave m...
Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity - The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand Down wh'on either hand - The Hosts of Witness stand! Morn is supposed to be By people of degree - The ...
So bashful when I spied her! So pretty - so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find - So breathless till I passed her - So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing, Her si...
So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise - Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So from Cocoon Many a Worm Leap so Highland gay, Peasants like me - Peasants like Thee Gaze perp...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today - So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away - Oozed so, in crimson bubbles Day's departing tide - Blooming - tripping - flowing - Are ye then with God
So well that I can live without - I love thee - then How well is that? As well as Jesus? Prove it me That He - loved Men - As I - love thee.
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 Cur...
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike, But this slew all but him, Who so appareled his Escape, Too trackless for a Tomb.
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die.
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...
Sono pi? miti le mattine E pi? scure diventano le noci E le bacche hanno un viso pi? rotondo, La rosa non ? pi? nella citt?. L'acero indossa una sciarpa pi? gaia, E la campagna una gonna scarlatta. E...
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed - But tens have won an all - Angel's breathless ballot Lingers to record thee - Imps in eager caucus Raffle for my soul
South winds jostle them - Bumblebees come - Hover - hesitate - Drink, and are gone - Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere - I - softly plucking, Present them here!
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.
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.
