Poems begining by S
/ page 101 of 287 /Suche Waiwarde Waies Hath Love That Moste Parte In Discorde
© Henry Howard
Suche waiwarde waies hath love that moste parte in discorde;
Our willes do stand wherby our hartes but seldom dooth accorde.
"Six years, six cycles of dead hours"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Six years, six cycles of dead hours,
Six falls of leaves, six births of flowers!
It is not that, you know full well,
That makes my labouring bosom swell,
Sonnet 61: Oft With True Sighs
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oft with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears,
Now with slow words, now with dumb eloquence
I Stella's eyes assail, invade her ears;
But this at last is her sweet breath'd defense:
Sonnet XLVIII. To Mrs. ****
© Charlotte Turner Smith
NO more my wearied soul attempts to stray
From sad reality and vain regret,
Nor courts enchanting fiction to allay
Sorrows that sense refuses to forget:
Sunset at Nightis natural
© Emily Dickinson
Sunset at Nightis natural
But Sunset on the Dawn
Reverses NatureMaster
So Midnight'sdueat Noon.
Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 03 - Pre Autumn
© Kalidasa
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride…
"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers…
Sie Liebten Sich Beide
© Heinrich Heine
They loved each other, but neither
Would admit to the other they could:
Sonnet: I Muse Over
© Dante Alighieri
At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse over
The quality of anguish that is mine
Space And Dread and The Dark
© William Ernest Henley
Space and dread and the dark -
Over a livid stretch of sky
Styx River Anthology
© Carolyn Wells
A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.
ANNABEL LEE
They may say all they like
About germs and micro-crocuses -
Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea
© Francis Thompson
Her soul from earth to Heaven lies,
Like the ladder of the vision,
Whereon go
To and fro,
In ascension and demission,
Star-flecked feet of Paradise.
Song Be Delicate
© John Shaw Neilson
Let your song be delicate.
The skies declare
No war the eyes of lovers
Wake everywhere.
Spark
© Eli Siegel
I am a spark,
Which always goes out,
For it needs another spark.
What is your name, bystander?
What is your name, wayfarer?
Shock-headed Peter
© Heinrich Hoffmann
Just look at him! there he stands,
With his nasty hair and hands.
Stanzas Written By Thomson On The Blank Leaf Of A Copy Of His 'Seasons' Sent By Him To Mr. Lyttleton
© James Thomson
Go, little book, and find our Friend,
Who Nature and the Muses loves,
Who cares the public virtues blend
With all the softness of the groves.
Si Mis Manos Pudieran Deshojar -- With English Translation
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Yo pronuncio tu nombre,
En esta noche oscura,
Y tu nombre me suena
Más lejano que nunca.
Más lejano que todas las estrellas
Y más doliente que la mansa lluvia.
Song of the Torres Strait Islands
© Ernest Favenc
Bold Torres, the sailor, came and went,
with his swarthy, storm-worn band,
Sonnet To George The Fourth, On The Repeal Of Lord Edward Fitzgerald's Forfeiture
© George Gordon Byron
To be the father of the fatherless,
To stretch the hand from the throne's height, and raise
His offspring, who expired in other days
To make thy sire's sway by a kingdom less,--