Poems begining by S
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Sonnet IV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
I could not think of thee as piecèd rot,
Yet such thou wert, for thou hadst been long dead;
St. Bartholomew
© John Keble
Hold up thy mirror to the sun,
And thou shalt need an eagle's gaze,
So perfectly the polished stone
Gives back the glory of his rays:
Sir Galahad
© Alfred Tennyson
MY good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
Sonnet III: Unlike Are We, Unlike
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Shop Girl
© Ezra Pound
For a moment she rested against me
Like a swallow half blown to the wall,
And they talk of Swinburne's women,
And the shepherdess meeting with Guido.
And the harlots of Baudelaire.
Shearing's Coming
© David McKee Wright
There's a sound of many voices in the camp and on the track,
And letters coming up in shoals to stations at the back;
And every boat that crosses from the sunny 'other side'
Is bringing waves of shearers for the swelling of the tide.
Sappho I
© Sara Teasdale
MIDNIGHT, and in the darkness not a sound,
So, with hushed breathing, sleeps the autumn night;
Only the white immortal stars shall know,
Here in the house with the low-lintelled door,
Sleep
© Mathilde Blind
To thee, O star-eyes comforter, we creep,
Earth's ill-used step-children to thee make moan,
As hiding in thy dark skirts' ample sweep;
-Poor debtors whose brief life is not their own;
For dunned by Death, to whom we owe its loan,
Give us, O Night, the interest paid in sleep.
She Has Made Me Wayside Posies
© Augusta Davies Webster
Oh blossoms of the paths she loves to tread,
Some grace of her is in all thoughts you bear:
For in my memories of your homes that were
The old sweet loneliness they kept is fled,
And would I think it back I find instead
A presence of my darling mingling there.
Seventy-Four And Twenty
© Thomas Hardy
Here goes a man of seventy-four,
Who sees not what life means for him,
And here another in years a score
Who reads its very figure and trim.
Sonnets At Christmas I
© Allen Tate
This is the day His hour of life draws near,
Let me get ready from head to foot for it
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© William Shakespeare
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
Stone In Shoe
© Piet Hein
If a nasty jagged stone
gets into your shoe,
thank the Lord it came alone-
what if it were two?
Sylph's Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Fly with me, my mortal love!
Oh! haste to realms of purer day,
Sea-Shore Memories
© Walt Whitman
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great Sun!
While we bask-we two together.
Strong as Death
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Death, when thou shalt come to me
Out of thy dark, where she is now,
Let no faint perfume cling to thee
Of withered roses on thy brow.
Sonnet: All My Thoughts
© Dante Alighieri
All my thoughts always speak to me of love,
Yet have between themselves such difference
Saturday Night
© Mary Colborne-Veel
Saturday night in the crowded town;
Pleasure and pain going up and down,
