Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XXXIV: The Star of My Mishap
© Samuel Daniel
The star of my mishap impos'd this paining,
To spend the April of my years in wailing
Sonnet XII "What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name"
© Henry Timrod
What gossamer lures thee now? What hope, what name
Is on thy lips? What dreams to fruit have grown?
Sonnet 77: Those Looks, Whose Beams Be Joy
© Sir Philip Sidney
Those looks, whose beams be joy, whose motion is delight,
That face, whose lecture shows what perfect beauty is:
That presence, which doth give dark hearts a living light:
That grace, which Venus weeps that she herself doth miss:
Sonnets of the Empire:Glorianas England
© Archibald Thomas Strong
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,
Fearing nor foemans hate, nor iron clime,
Sonnet XXV: Winged Hours
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Each hour until we meet is as a bird
That wings from far his gradual way along
Sleep Did Come Wi The Dew
© William Barnes
O when our zun's a-zinkèn low,
How soft's the light his feäce do drow
Sonnet. "Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought,
In woodland paths, and lone sequestered shades,
Sonnet V
© George Gascoigne
All were too little for the merchant's hand,
And yet my bravery bigger than his book;
Song.Thou wert lovely
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Thou wert lovely to my sight,
When in yonder dell I found thee
In thy radiant beauty bright,
Though a desert spread around thee;
Like the heath-bell's purple flower,
Shrinking from a dewy shower.
Song.'Tis the spot where we parted
© Louisa Stuart Costello
'Tis the spot where we parted
Oh! never again
Sonnet Of Motherhood VI
© Zora Bernice May Cross
O, let my body be your souls delight,
Your mirror true of Beauty most-esteemed,
That looking on its form your lips breathe low:
This is herself, her soul within my sight.
So read it over as a book you dreamed
In boyhoods fancy many a year ago.
Sonnet LII: O Whether
© Samuel Daniel
At the Author's Going into Italy
O whether (poor forsaken) wilt thou go,
Speech For Psyche In The Golden Book Of Apuleius
© Ezra Pound
All night, and as the wind lieth among
The cypress trees, he lay,
Seven Laments For The War-Dead
© Yehuda Amichai
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Mr. Beringer, whose son
fell at the Canal that strangers dug
so ships could cross the desert,
crosses my path at Jaffa Gate.
SonnetXLVII. To G.W.C.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
STILL shines our August day, as calm, as bright
As when, long years ago, we sailied away
Down the blue Narrows and the widening bay
Into the wrinkling ocean's flashing light;
Sonnet V.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
ALL loves have frailer roots than loves that start
From one ancestral blood. The friends we find
In youth pass on before us, or behind
Are dropped, or on diverging paths depart,
Sonnet 84: Highway
© Sir Philip Sidney
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Sonnet I
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BEHOLD! how weirdly, wonderfully grand
The shades and colors of yon sunset sky!
Rare isles of light in crimson oceans lie,
Whose airy waves seem rippling, bright and bland,
