Poems begining by S
/ page 105 of 287 /
Sonnet VII. To Solitude
© John Keats
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,
Nature's observatorywhence the dell,
Second Sunday After Easter
© John Keble
O for a sculptor's hand,
That thou might'st take thy stand,
Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze,
Thy tranced yet open gaze
Fixed on the desert haze,
As one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees.
Son Davie! Son Davie!
© Andrew Lang
"What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
Son Davie! Son Davie!
What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
And the truth come tell to me, O."
Song
© Archibald Lampman
Songs that could span the earth,
When leaping thought had stirred them,
In many an hour since birth,
We heard or dreamed we heard them.
Sonnet XL. John Weiss.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE summer comes again, yet nothing brings
Of him but memories of that clear-lit eye,
That voice, that presence that can never die.
Fame o'er his dust no public trumpet rings.
Sonnet. "If in thy heart the spring of joy remains"
© Frances Anne Kemble
If in thy heart the spring of joy remains,
All beauteous things, being reflected there,
Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water
© Sir Philip Sidney
My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,
My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labor be:
Listen then, lordings, with good ear to me,
For of my life I must a riddle tell.
Sonnet IV
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Peace is happiness, but war is our plight
Under the heavens. He - prince of the night,
Severe captain- and the World's vanity
Work for our corruption diligently.
Sonnet XXVII: Heart's Compass
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone,
But as the meaning of all things that are;
Song of the Old Bullock-Driver
© Henry Lawson
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble
In long single file neath the evergreen tree,
Sonnet XXXIII: Venus Victrix
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Could Juno's self more sovereign presence wear
Than thou, 'mid other ladies throned in grace?
Sonnet XXV. By The Same.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Just before his Death.
WHY should I wish to hold in this low sphere
'A frail and feverish being?' wherefore try
Poorly from day to day to linger here,
Sonnet IV
© George Gascoigne
To prink me up, and make me higher placed,
All came too late that tarried any time;
Stuttered-Over-Again World
© Paul Celan
Stuttered-over-again World,
where I shall have been
a Guest, a Name,
sweated down from the Wall,
that a Wound licks up.
Saint Mar Magdelene; or, The Weeper
© Richard Crashaw
Hail, sister springs,
Parents of silver-footed rills!
Ever bubbling things,
Thawing crystal, snowy hills!
Still spending, never spent; I mean
Thy fair eyes, sweet Magdalene.
Song: "Let no Shepherd sing to me "
© Henry James Pye
Let no Shepherd sing to me
The stupid praise of Constancy,
Spring On The Alban Hills
© Alice Meynell
O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather;
The Spring comes with a full heart silently,
And many thoughts; a faint flash of the sea
Divides two mists; straight falls the falling feather.
Sonnet. "When in the wintry woods you hear the note"
© Frances Anne Kemble
When in the wintry woods you hear the note
Of some small robin piping his delight
Sonnet XX. To The Countess Od A----
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on the anniversary of her marriage.
ON this blest day may no dark cloud, or shower,
With envious shade the Sun's bright influence hide!
But all his rays illume the favour'd hour,
Sonnett - XIII
© James Russell Lowell
Beloved, in the noisy city here,
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;
