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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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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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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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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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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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 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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I'm quite shy, so if there's a guy I like, I actually ignore him because I can't speak to him. I get all red and sweaty, and it's embarrassing.
quote by Silvia Colloca
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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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We often plough so much energy into the big picture, we forget the pixels.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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We in the west are seen as godless, as greedy and as uncaring about the suffering of those in the developing world.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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The quest for peace begins in the home, in the school and in the workplace.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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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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We can survive as a population only if we conserve, develop sustainably, and protect the world's resources.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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Giallo
Adrien Brody. Elsa Pataky. Emmanuelle Seigner. Robert Miano. Silvia Spross
The domination of western values, beliefs and way of life has angered many from the east and in developing countries.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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Those who kept their sanity and humanity intact in the face of awful adversity. Heroes named and unnamed, some known only to God.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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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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There is no glory in war, yet from the blackness of its history, there emerge vivid colours of human character and courage. Those who risked their lives to help their friends.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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The rights of the individual are greatly prized in the developed world, but in many other regions they are considered a luxury reserved for the impossibly wealthy.
quote by Silvia Cartwright
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