Poems begining by S
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Song #2.
© Robert Crawford
Have I not touched thy spirit?
Have I not heard it sing?
And can my love inherit
A purer, sweeter thing?
Sonnet XII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on the Sea Shore, Oct. 1784.
ON some rude fragment of the rocky shore,
Where on the fractured cliff the billows break,
Musing, my solitary seat I take,
Song A-La-Mode
© Sir Charles Sedley
O'er the Desert, cross the Meadows,
Hunters blew the merry Horn ;
Sonnet 1
© Richard Barnfield
Sporting at fancie, setting light by loue,
There came a theefe, and stole away my heart
Stanzas For Music
© William Lisle Bowles
I trust the happy hour will come,
That shall to peace thy breast restore;
And that we two, beloved friend,
Shall one day meet to part no more.
Spectral Lovers
© John Crowe Ransom
By night they haunted a thicket of April mist,
Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth,
Else angels lost in each other and fallen on earth.
Lovers they knew they were, but why unclasped, unkissed?
Why should two lovers be frozen apart in fear?
And yet they were, they were.
Sonnet LXXXII. To The Shade Of Burns
© Charlotte Turner Smith
MUTE is thy wild harp, now, O bard sublime!
Who, amid Scotia's mountain solitude,
Great Nature taught to "build the lofty rhyme,"
And even beneath the daily pressure, rude,
Sonnet : To A Balloon Laden With Knowledge
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even
Silently takest thine aethereal way,
And with surpassing glory dimm'st each ray
Twinkling amid the dark blue depths of Heaven,--
Sonnet XV In Memoriam -- Harris Simons
© Henry Timrod
True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire,
A stricken household mourns thee, but its loss
Shermans In Savannah
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LIKE the tribes of Israel,
Fed on quails and manna,
Sherman and his glorious band
Journeyed through the rebel land,
Fed from Heaven's all-bounteous hand,
Marching on Savannah!
Sense And Spirit
© George Meredith
The senses loving Earth or well or ill
Ravel yet more the riddle of our lot.
Sonnet (Written in Keats' "Endymion")
© Thomas Hood
I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink
Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains
From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think
Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains.
Sonnets Of The Blood II
© Allen Tate
Near to me as perfection in the blood
And more mysterious far, is this, my brother:
Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of 'Obermann'
© Matthew Arnold
In front the awful Alpine track
Crawls up its rocky stair;
The autumn storm-winds drive the rack,
Close o'er it, in the air.
Satyr XI. The Court
© Thomas Parnell
What greater dangers can be mett with there
Where lions rage & dragons poison air
With open forces to destroy they run
& can be shunnd because they can be known
But at ye court the Lions like the deer
& dragons like the gentle lambs appear
Sonnet. "Though thou return unto the former things"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Though thou return unto the former things,
Fields, woods, and gardens, where thy feet have strayed
Song. "YES ....though we've loved so long"
© Amelia Opie
YES ....though we've loved so long, so well,
Imperious duty bids us part;
But though thy breast with anguish swell,
A pang more lasting tears my heart.
