Poems begining by S
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Sonnet. "'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all"
© Frances Anne Kemble
'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all,
All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces,
Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 04 - Pre Winter
© Kalidasa
"Delightful are trees and fields with the outgrowth of new tender-leaves and crops, Lodhra trees are with their blossomy flowers, crops of rice are completely ripened, but now lotuses are on their surcease by far, for the dewdrops are falling… hence, this is the time of pre-winter that drew nigh…
"The busts of flirtatious women that are graced by bosomy bosoms are bedaubed and reddened with the redness of heart-stealing saffrony skincare, called Kashmir kumkum, on which embellished are the white pendants that are in shine with the whiteness of whitish dewdrops, white jasmines, and whitely moon…
Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance
© Siegfried Sassoon
"I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.
I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects witch actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.
Soliloquy Of The Solipsist
© Sylvia Plath
I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
Sausage
© Edgar Albert Guest
You may brag about your breakfast foods you eat at break of day,
Your crisp, delightful shavings and your stack of last year's hay,
Satyr II. To T:--- M.---y. On Law.
© Thomas Parnell
That angry Justice to her heaven went
There seems not so confessd an argument,
As Lawyers thriving in her name below,
When were she here again, again she'd go.
Thus courtiers, if a Kings from care wthdrawn,
Rise without meritt, & with fraud rule on.
Said The West Wind
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,
My misty wings, so high above her breast
That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,
And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?
Survival
© Edith Wharton
When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,
The garnered days and light evasive hours,
Are gone again to be a part of flowers
And tears and tides, in lifes divine renewal,
Sonnet VII: O Had She Not Been Fair
© Samuel Daniel
O had she not been fair and thus unkind,
Then had no finger pointed at my lightness;
Summer Song
© George Barker
I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
The hyena despair.
She Sat Alone Beside Her Hearth
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
SHE sat alone beside her hearth
For many nights alone;
She slept not on the pleasant couch
Where fragrant herbs were strewn.
Sonnet VI. Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend...
© William Lisle Bowles
Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend,
Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still,
Snowin'
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dey is snow upon de meddahs, dey is snow upon de hill,
An' de little branch's watahs is all glistenin' an' still;
Song. "Never, oh never more! shall I behold"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Never, oh never more! shall I behold
Thy form so fair;
Sleep
© Archibald Lampman
If any man, with sleepless care oppressed,
On many a night had risen, and addressed
St. Luke
© John Keble
Two clouds before the summer gale
In equal race fleet o'er the sky:
Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail,
Together pins, together die.
Sing Heigh-Ho!
© Charles Kingsley
There sits a bird on every tree;
Sing heigh-ho!
There sits a bird on every tree,
And courts his love as I do thee;
Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
Young maids must marry.
