To Silvia To Wed
Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;
And loving lie in one devoted bed.
Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;
No sound calls back the year that once is past.
Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay;
True love, we know, precipitates delay.
Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove!
No man, at one time, can be wise, and love.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Inside Silvia
I love that look comes in your eyes when were all alone
And its much too late for friends to come calling
I disconnect the phone
And I put on the radio and I take her and I talk real low
And I hold her tight and soon Im dancing in the night
Inside silvia, oh silvia, yeah, yeah, silvia
I know my love is alive
Inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
Sometimes you get so crazy and I know its all in your mind
And right in the middle of the night, I see just what you need
And they say that love is blind
And I hold you till the feelings come
But sometimes when the lovins done I see the scared little girl
Afraid of the woman
Inside silvia, oh silvia, yeah, yeah, silvia
I know my love is alive
Inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
Though the world may rage and storm
Theres still one harbor where Im safe and warm
Its when Im inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
Inside silvia, oh silvia, yeah, yeah, silvia
I know my love is alive
Inside silvia, yeah silvia, oh silvia, oh
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Silvia
WHO is Silvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.
poem by William Shakespeare
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A Pastoral Dialogue Between Two Shepherdesses
[Silvia] Pretty Nymph! within this Shade,
Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid,
Whilst the World dissolves in Heat,
Take this cool, and flow'ry Seat:
And with pleasing Talk awhile
Let us two the Time beguile;
Tho' thou here no Shepherd see,
To encline his humble Knee,
Or with melancholy Lays
Sing thy dangerous Beauty's Praise.
[Dorinda] Nymph! with thee I here wou'd stay,
But have heard, that on this Day,
Near those Beeches, scarce in view,
All the Swains some Mirth pursue:
To whose meeting now I haste.
Solitude do's Life but waste.
[Silvia] Prithee, but a Moment stay.
[Dorinda] No! my Chaplet wou'd decay;
Ev'ry drooping Flow'r wou'd mourn,
And wrong the Face, they shou'd adorn.
[Silvia] I can tell thee, tho' so Fair,
And dress'd with all that rural Care,
Most of the admiring Swains
Will be absent from the Plains.
Gay Sylvander in the Dance
Meeting with a shrew'd Mischance,
To his Cabin's now confin'd
By Mopsus, who the Strain did bind:
Damon through the Woods do's stray,
Where his Kids have lost their way:
Young Narcissus iv'ry Brow
Rac'd by a malicious Bough,
Keeps the girlish Boy from sight,
Till Time shall do his Beauty right.
[Dorinda] Where's Alexis?
[Silvia] –He, alas!
Lies extended on the Grass;
Tears his Garland, raves, despairs,
Mirth and Harmony forswears;
Since he was this Morning shown,
That Delia must not be his Own.
[Dorinda] Foolish Swain! such Love to place.
[Silvia] On any but Dorinda's Face.
[Dorinda] Hasty Nymph! I said not so.
[Silvia] No–but I thy Meaning know.
Ev'ry Shepherd thou wou'd'st have
Not thy Lover, but thy Slave;
To encrease thy captive Train,
Never to be lov'd again.
But, since all are now away,
Prithee, but a Moment stay.
[Dorinda] No; the Strangers, from the Vale,
Sure will not this Meeting fail;
Graceful one, the other Fair.
He too, with the pensive Air,
Told me, ere he came this way
He was wont to look more Gay.
[Silvia] See! how Pride thy Heart inclines
To think, for Thee that Shepherd pines;
When those Words, that reach'd thy Ear,
Chloe was design'd to hear;
Chloe, who did near thee stand,
And his more speaking Looks command.
[Dorinda] Now thy Envy makes me smile.
That indeed were worth his while:
Chloe next thyself decay'd,
And no more a courted Maid.
[Silvia] Next myself! Young Nymph, forbear.
Still the Swains allow me Fair,
Tho' not what I was that Day,
When Colon bore the Prize away;
When–
[Dorinda] –Oh, hold! that Tale will last,
Till all the Evening Sports are past;
Till no Streak of Light is seen,
Nor Footstep prints the flow'ry Green.
What thou wert, I need not know,
What I am, must haste to show.
Only this I now discern
From the things, thou'd'st have me learn,
That Woman-kind's peculiar Joys
From past, or present Beauties rise.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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The Modern Saint
Her time with equal prudence Silvia shares,
First writes her billet-doux, then says her prayers,
Her mass and toilette, vespers, and the play;
Thus God and Ashtaroth divide the day:
Constant she keeps her Ember-week and Lent,
At Easter calls all Israel to her tent:
Loose without bawd, and pious without zeal,
She still repeats the sins she would conceal.
Envy herself from Silvia's life must grant,
An artful woman makes a modern saint.
poem by Matthew Prior
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To Silvia
Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess
My kiss out-went the bounds of shamefacedness:--
None is discreet at all times; no, not Jove
Himself, at one time, can be wise and love.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Silvia
Silvia riposa dentro la stanza
con una mano sotto il cuscino
mentre di fuori spunta il mattino
che tra non molto la sveglier
Silvia si veste davanti allo specchio
e sulle labbra un po' di rossetto
andiamoci piano per con il trucco
se no la mamma brontoler
'Silvia fai presto che sono le otto
se non ti muovi!!! .... fai tardi lo stesso
e poi la smetti con tutto quel trucco
che non sta bene.. te l'ho gi detto'
Silvia non sente oppure fa finta
guarda lo specchio poco convinta
mentre una mano si ferma sul seno
ancora piccolo ma... crescer
'Silvia fai presto che sono le otto
se non ti muovi!!! .... fai tardi lo stesso
e poi la smetti con tutto quel trucco
che non sta bene.. te l'ho gi detto'
Silvia non sente oppure fa finta
guarda lo specchio poco convinta
mentre una mano si ferma sul seno
ancora piccolo ma... crescer
Silvia ora corre incontro allo specchio
dimenticando che sono le otto
e trova mille fantasie...
...che non la lasciano pi andar via...
...che non la lasciano pi...
...andar via
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Its Late
Scene 1
You say you love me
And I hardly know your name
And if I say I love you in the candle light
Theres no one but myself to blame
But theres something inside
Thats turning my mind away
Oh how I could love you
If I could let you stay
Chorus
Its late - and Im bleeding deep inside
Its late - is it just my sickly pride
Too late - even now the feeling seems to slip away
So late - though Im crying I cant help but hear you say
Its late its late its late
But not too late
Scene 2
The way you love me
Is the sweetest love around
But after all this time
The more Im trying
The more I seem to let you down
Now you tell me youre leaving
And I just cant believe its true
Oh you know that I can love you
Though you know I cant be true
song performed by by Queen
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Sweetest Feeling
Will Young
Sweetest Feeling
The better you look baby
The better you look
The more I want you
When you turn on your smile
I feel my heart go wild
I'm like a child with a brand new toy
And I get the
Sweetest feeling
Honey the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you, ya
The warmer your kiss
The deeper you touch me baby
The deeper your touch
The more you thrill me
It's more than I can stand
Girl, when you hold my hand
I feel so grand
That I could cry
And I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Moma the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you
uhh The greater your love
The stronger you hold me baby
The stronger your hold
The more I need You.
With every passing day
I love you more in everyway
I'm in love to stay
And I wanna say
I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Honey the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving You
aw (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Sweetest
song performed by by Will Young
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The Cautious Lovers
Silvia, let's from the Crowd retire;
For, What to you and me
(Who but each other do desire)
Is all that here we see?
Apart we'll live, tho' not alone;
For, who alone can call
Those, who in Desarts live with One,
If in that One they've All?
The World a vast Meander is,
Where Hearts confus'dly stray;
Where Few do hit, whilst Thousands miss
The happy mutual Way:
Where Hands are by stern Parents ty'd,
Who oft, in Cupid's Scorn,
Do for the widow'd State provide,
Before that Love is born:
Where some too soon themselves misplace;
Then in Another find
The only Temper, Wit, or Face,
That cou'd affect their Mind.
Others (but oh! avert that Fate!)
A well-chose Object change:
Fly, Silvia, fly, ere 'tis too late;
Fall'n Nature's prone to range.
And, tho' in heat of Love we swear
More than perform we can;
No Goddess, You, but Woman are,
And I no more than Man.
Th' impatient Silvia heard thus long;
Then with a Smile reply'd;
Those Bands cou'd ne'er be very strong,
Which Accidents divide.
Who e'er was mov'd yet to go down,
By such o'er-cautious Fear;
Or for one Lover left the Town,
Who might have Numbers here?
Your Heart, 'tis true, is worth them all,
And still preferr'd the first;
But since confess'd so apt to fall,
'Tis good to fear the worst.
In ancient History we meet
A flying Nymph betray'd;
Who, had she kept in fruitful Crete,
New Conquest might have made.
And sure, as on the Beach she stood,
To view the parting Sails;
She curs'd her self, more than the Flood,
Or the conspiring Gales.
False Theseus, since thy Vows are broke,
May following Nymphs beware:
Methinks I hear how thus she spoke,
And will not trust too far.
In Love, in Play, in Trade, in War
They best themselves acquit,
Who, tho' their Int'rests shipwreckt are,
Keep unreprov'd their Wit.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Comparison
'Tis by comparison we know
On every object to bestow
Its proper share of praise
Did each alike perfection bear,
What beauty, though divinely fair,
Could admiration raise?
Amidst the lucid bands of night,
See! Hesperus, serenely bright,
Adorns the distant skies:
But languishes amidst the blaze
Of sprightly Sol's meridian rays,-
Or Silvia's brighter eyes.
Whene'er the nightingale complains,
I like the melancholy strains,
And praise the tuneful bird:
But vainly might she strain her throat,
Vainly exalt each swelling note,
Should Silvia's voice be heard.
When, on the violet's purple bed,
Supine I rest my weary head,
The fragrant pillow charms:
Yet soon such languid bliss I'd fly,
Would Silvia but the loss supply,
And take me to her arms.
The alabaster's wondrous white,
The marble's polish strikes my sight,
When Silvia is not seen:
But ah! how faint that white is grown,
How rough appears the polish'd stone,
Compared with Silvia's mien!
The rose, that o'er the Cyprian plains,
With flowers enamell'd, blooming reigns,
With undisputed power,
Placed near her cheek's celestial red
(Its purple lost, its lustre fled),
Delights the sense no more.
poem by William Shenstone
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Another Nine Minutes
(tim douglas/billy crain/tim beppert)
(track 2 - time 3:10)
Six thirty in the morning
Im in the middle of the sweetest dream
When I hear that clock calling me
I wrestle with the feeling
That the days starting way too soon
I hit the button just to buy a little time
To keep you in these arms of mine
For another nine minutes
Let the world stop
Steal a few moments from this old clock
cause this is my dream and I want to stay in it
For another nine minutes
I love the way the sunlight
Dances on your perfect skin
Girl, I wish this night would never end
But we gotta get moving
Cant eat if we dont get paid
But I got us a better idea
Lets pull up the covers and stay right here
For another nine minutes
Let the world stop
Steal a few moments from this old clock
cause this is my dream and I want to stay in it
For another nine minutes
I hit the button just one more time
To keep you in these arms of mine
For another nine minutes
Let the world stop
Steal a few moments from this old clock
cause this is my dream and I want to stay in it
For another nine minutes
Let the world wait
Whose gonan care if were a little bit late
This is my dream and I want to stay in it
song performed by by Yankee Grey
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Hai Ku in the Brazilian way
The old sugar mill
The sharp and silent eyewitness
Of passion love crime
poem by Sílvia Oliveira
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Make Haste
Make haste, make haste, no time to waste,
the sandman’s on the move!
The minutes chased, missspent, misplaced,
swift scattered are, remove
from life the paste thats interlaced
with love to leave the groove
by others faced with fears encased
within themselves! Improve
your chances paced by those who’ve raced
where most may fear, disprove
the double-faced, minds [s]oft, effaced.
let no one disapprove
Strong spirits graced with soul true, chaste,
which ever must reprove
all evil based on base, poor taste, -
which ever seeks to prove
Good may be traced, Right be embraced
in confidence – for you’ve
the need to haste to truth, yes haste,
for Time is on the move!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Can't Help But Keep Loving You
Have you kissed me goodnight.
Will you promise me more time with you.
When morning turns golden bright sun.
Tell me everything you said will be true.
I can't help but keep loving you.
I can only believe you and you know this.
But doubts are many from past words you used.
Smiling in bed waiting for the a new day!
Your love I can't afford never to lose.
I can't help but keep loving you.
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Your Heart
So you’ve given your Heart to me…
Do I keep it or give it back
Do I at all need it
Was it worth the wait
Why did you lose your heart to me?
Or did you give it out of sympathy…
Do you think I deserved it…
Or was it one of your many
Give-aways
As you’ve always done with ‘others’ of my kind
Or were you being sincere, loving and true
When you considered giving me:
Your Heart
And will you take it back from me
Once the ‘rosiness’ is over…
When we’ve had our share of making love,
When you no longer fancy me,
Having ‘felt’ me inside-out…
And then give it to that someone else
who would woo you as I did
Mind you, my love…
If ever you could be loved so much
It has to be me, and only me…
I’ve been true to God and You,
loving Him and loving You…
at peace with my loneliness,
I learned to live, longing for you…
‘merely existing’ – you might say,
Yet still livable than a ‘living death’
Once you snatch your heart from me…
So my love, there is still time,
Tell me it’s not yet true:
That you falling for me
Cannot ever and ever be true…
Let me keep on loving you
Longing for you
Just the way I do
Forever and ever and ever so…
You keep your heart to yourself
for I don’t yet deserve you,
and you don’t have to heed me
just so as I keep asking you.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Its True
Its all true, girl
I really and truely love you
Even true the times I make you feel blue, you,
You captured my heart and my mind
Oh my love the way you bump and grind
You, you light up my life every day
How I love you and I really dont say, stay
These times with me by my side
cause my love to you wont never subside
I love you mine, love how you stay
I dont want your loving any other way
I love you mine, love how you stay
I dont want your loving any other way
Its all true, girl
I really and truely love you
Couldnt find knowone to confess, you
You are constantly on my mind
Theres no better love I ever will find
You are all of my dreams going one
Now Im really sure you are the right one
Please forever be there on my side
Without your loving I could never survive
I love you mine, love how you stay
I dont want your loving any other way
I love you mine, love how you stay
I dont want your loving any other way
song performed by by Ub40
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Walking is dangerous. You cope with the risk of being on time for work.
aphorism by Silvia Velea, translated by Dan Costinaş
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If we are genuinely committed to promoting a culture of peace, as individuals we must look to our values and ensure that we all exhibit a peace loving life to our nation's children.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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I Wanted So Much
I wanted so much
for you to love me.
I wanted so much
for you to care,
but you would always walk by me
as if I wasn’t there.
You said you wanted to be worldly wise,
and then you took him with all his lies.
You took him to be your partner
and in church, he said he would love you forever.
All I ever wanted
was you to love me.
Years have passed by
and I saw you yesterday.
You weren’t the radiant beauty
that I used to know
and I barely recognised you.
You had changed so much from those yesterdays.
Your sun tan looks had faded
and your auburn hair was now grey.
Age and life had taken their toll on you
and you were no longer with him.
He was but a distant memory in the past
and the lies he blinded you with never did last.
Your searching now for someone
whose love would be true,
but it's too late for me
as I have found someone new
and I cannot turn back the clock
even for you.
A long time ago,
I wanted so much
for you to love me,
but sadly no more.
6 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Its Gettin Late
Its gettin late
I cant wait
Come-a-come-a little closer
You gotta tell me that youll stay
Ive been praying for this moment
Since the second I laid eyes on you
Minutes seem like hours
When youre gone
Girl Im gettin tired of waitin
So stop your hesitatin
I cant believe you keep me hangin on
Its gettin late-ate-ate-ate
Ooo (its gettin late) time waits for no one
Love is a turn on
Its gettin late
I cant wait
Come-a-come-a little closer
You gotta tell me that youll stay
You got me in a situation
My love is risin high
Dont let any more love pass us by
Girl, we can make it up to paradise
Just give it a try
So hurry now and girl make up your mind
Its gettin late
Dont know how much more I can stand
Its gettin late
Dont know how much more I can stand
Girl I need your lovin
Im so tired of waitin
Come on theres no one else around
Ooo sweet girl its gettin late
So please dont hesitate
Been waitin to get your defenses down
song performed by by Beach Boys
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