Poems begining by S

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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. 

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St. Thomas' Day

© John Keble

We were not by when Jesus came,

  But round us, far and near,

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"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,

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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:

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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:

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Sunset at Night—is natural

© Emily Dickinson

Sunset at Night—is natural—
But Sunset on the Dawn
Reverses Nature—Master—
So Midnight's—due—at Noon.

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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,

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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…

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Sie Liebten Sich Beide

© Heinrich Heine

They loved each other, but neither

Would admit to the other they could:

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Sonnet: I Muse Over

© Dante Alighieri

At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse over

The quality of anguish that is mine

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Space And Dread and The Dark

© William Ernest Henley

Space and dread and the dark -

Over a livid stretch of sky

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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 -

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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.

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Song Be Delicate

© John Shaw Neilson

Let your song be delicate.
  The skies declare
No war — the eyes of lovers
  Wake everywhere.

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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?

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Shock-headed Peter

© Heinrich Hoffmann


Just look at him! there he stands,

With his nasty hair and hands.

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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.

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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.

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Song of the Torres Strait Islands

© Ernest Favenc

Bold Torres, the sailor, came and went,

with his swarthy, storm-worn band,

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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,--