Poems begining by S

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Sir Lark and King Sun

© George MacDonald

"Good morrow, my lord!" in the sky alone
Sang the lark as the sun ascended his throne.
"Shine on me, my lord: I only am come,
Of all your servants, to welcome you home!
I have shot straight up, a whole hour, I swear,
To catch the first gleam of your golden hair."

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Stray Birds 41 - 50

© Rabindranath Tagore

41
THE trees,
like the longings of the earth,
stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.

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Stanzas To - - - -

© Emily Jane Brontë

Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,

And some may quite forget thy name;

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Signs

© Edgar Albert Guest

It's "be a good boy, Willie,"

  And it's "run away and play,

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Seven Years

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Seven years have flown like seven days,
Like seven days of shining weather,
Since we, forsaking single ways,
Trod earth and faced the skies together.

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Sonnet XLIII: Thou Canst Not Die

© Samuel Daniel

Thou canst not die whilst any zeal abound

In feeling hearts that can conceive these lines;

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Stanzas Subjoined To The Yearly Bill Of Mortality Of The Parish Of All-Saints, Northampton. Anno Dom

© William Cowper

Could I, from Heaven inspired, as sure presage
To whom the rising year shall prove his last,
As I can number in my punctual page,
And item down the victims of the past;

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Song.—I will not ask

© Louisa Stuart Costello

I will not ask one glance from thee,
  Lest, fondly, I should linger yet,
And all thy scorn and cruelty
  In that entrancing glance forget.

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Song From The Waters

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72

The swallow leaves her nest,

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Song

© John Hall Wheelock

All my love for my sweet  

 I bared one day to her.  

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Southampton Water

© William Lisle Bowles

Smooth went our boat upon the summer seas,

  Leaving, for so it seemed, the world behind,

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Sonnet 143: "Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch..."

© William Shakespeare

Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch

One of her feather'd creatures broke away,

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Staying at Bamboo Lodge

© Bai Juyi

an evening sitting under

  the eaves of the pines

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Science

© Robinson Jeffers

Man, introverted man, having crossed

In passage and but a little with the nature of things this latter

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Sinners, Obey the Gospel-Word!

© Charles Wesley

Sinners, obey the gospel-word!
Haste to the supper of my Lord!
Be wise to know your gracious day;
All things are ready, come away!

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Saint Peter

© Henry Lawson

Now, I think there is a likeness 'twixt St Peter's life and mine
For he did a lot of trampin' long ago in Palestine
He was 'union' when the workers first began to organize
And I'm glad that old St Peter keeps the gate of Paradise

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Sonnet 43: Fair Eyes, Sweet Lips

© Sir Philip Sidney

Fair eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I
Could hope by Cupid's help on you to prey;
Since to himself he doth your gifts apply,
As his main force, choice sport, and easeful stay.

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Secret Signs

© Sant Surdas

Krishna conveyed by signs to clever Radha

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Stew Much

© Sukumar Ray

A duck once met a porcupine ; they formed a corporation
  Which called itself a Porcuduck ( a beastly conjugation ! ).
  A stork to a turtle said, "Let's put my head upon your torso ;
  We who are so pretty now, as Stortle would be more so !"

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Sic Vita

© Henry King

Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,