Poems begining by S
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Sonnets of the Empire:Australia, 1902
© Archibald Thomas Strong
Yet tis not calm that builds the hero breed,
High hearts are tempered neath a stormy star,
Through want and danger doth the soul increase,
Stern rings the clarion voice of Angel Need
To bid thee vanquish self, and gaze afar
And save thy soul alive from Harlot Peace.
'Snapdragon' a Riddle for a Flower Book
© John Henry Newman
I am rooted in the wall
Of buttress'd tower or ancient hall;
Prison'd in an art-wrought bed.
Cased in mortar, cramp'd with lead;
Of a living stock alone
Brother of the lifeless stone.
Stanzas From Calderon's Cisma De Inglaterra
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Hast thou not seen, officious with delight,
Move through the illumined air about the flower
The Bee, that fears to drink its purple light,
Sonnet VIII
© Caroline Norton
TO MY BOOKS.
SILENT companions of the lonely hour,
Friends, who can never alter or forsake,
Who for inconstant roving have no power,
Seen in a Glass
© Kathleen Raine
Behind the tree, behind the house, behind the stars
In the presence that I cannot see
Otherwise than as house and stars and tree.
Spoiling Them
© Edgar Albert Guest
"You're spoiling them!" the mother cries
When I give way to weepy eyes
Song of the Rain
© Hugh McCrae
Night,
and the yellow pleasure of candle-light….
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire - it's cuddling tock.
Song: "The flowers of the Spring that enamel the vale"
© Henry James Pye
The flowers of the Spring that enamel the vale,
Give their dyes to the meadows, their sweets to the gale,
Sacrament Hymn
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ON a fair Sabbath day, when His banquet is spread,
It is pleasant to feast with my Lord:
Song From 'The Vicar Of Wakefield'
© Oliver Goldsmith
WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
Spring Comes!
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The little birds, they do not heed nor care.
The ungracious wind, the branches sear and bare,
Sonnet to My Wife
© Thomas Hood
The curse of Adam, the old curse of all,
Though I inherit in this feverish life
Of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strife,
And fruitless thought, in Care's eternal thrall,
Stacy Brown Got Two
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Did you hear bout Stacy brown (no we didn't but we'd like to)
He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to)
He had looks he had class do anything to get a little lass
And everyone would shout at him when he walks his girlies past
Sun And Flesh (Credo In Unam)
© Arthur Rimbaud
The vast heaven is open! the mysteries lie dead
Before erect Man, who folds his strong arms
Among the vast splendour of abundant Nature!
He sings... and the woods sing, the river murmurs
A song full of happiness which rises towards the light!...
- it is Redemption! it is love! it is love!...
Songs In Sleep
© Anonymous
If I could frame for you in cunning words
The songs my heart in sleep is often singing,
You'd fancy, love, an orquestra of birds
Upon their quivering throats the dawn were bringing.
Sonnet X. To The Lady Margaret Ley
© John Milton
Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury,
Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Sonnet 12: Cupid, Because Thou
© Sir Philip Sidney
Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes,
That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free,
That those lips swell, so full of thee they be,
That her sweet breath makes oft thy flames to rise,
Sonnet To A Friend
© Charles Lamb
Friend of my earliest years and childish days,
My joys, my sorrows, thou with me hast shared,
Sunday Next Before Advent
© John Keble
Will God indeed with fragments bear,
Snatched late from the decaying year?
