Poems begining by S
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Song: Yes, Mary Ann
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant,
The charms of Henry's eyes I see;
But while I gaze, I something want,
I want those eyes -- to gaze on me.
Songs of Praise the Angels Sang
© James Montgomery
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heavn with alleluias rang,
When creation was begun,
When God spoke and it was done.
Shadow Race
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Every time I've raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
Seaweed, Tussock and Fern
© Henry Lawson
Emblems of storm and danger,
Spindrift and mountain stern,
Plants that welcome the stranger
Seaweed, tussock, and fern.
Sure Hit Songwriters Pen
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars
Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars
So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home and I's headin' for the Trailway bus
When I seen an old fountain pen laying in the gutter so I stopped and picked it up
Stinkomalee Triumphans
© Richard Harris Barham
WHENE'ER with pitying eye I view
Each operative sot in town.
I smile to think how wondrous few
Get drunk who study at the U-
-niversity we've Got in town,
-niversity we've Got in town.
Stellas Birth-Day. 1724-5
© Jonathan Swift
As when a beauteous nymph decays,
We say she's past her dancing days;
So poets lose their feet by time,
And can no longer dance in rhyme.
Sad One, Must You Weep
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
"SAD one, must you weep alway?
Youth's ill wedded with despair;
Ringless hand and robe of grey
Mock the charms which they declare."
Siste Viator
© Augusta Davies Webster
WHAT is it that is dead?
Somewhere there is a grave, and something lies
Cold in the ground, and stirs not for my sighs,
Nor songs that I can make, nor smiles from me,
Nor tenderest foolish words that I have said;
Something that was has hushed, and will not be.
Seventh Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Go not away, thou weary soul:
Heaven has in store a precious dole
Here on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height,
Where over rocks and sands arise
Proud Sirion in the northern skies,
And Tabor's lonely peak, 'twixt thee and noonday light.
Sonnet XI. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
© John Keats
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Sonnet 81: "Or shall I live your epitaph to make,..."
© William Shakespeare
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
Spleen (II)
© Charles Baudelaire
Time has gone lame, and limps; and under a thick pall
Of snow the endless years efface and muffle all;
Till boredom, fruit of the mind's inert, incurious tree,
Assumes the shape and size of immortality.
Sea-Piece
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
SUBLIME is thy prospect, thou proud-rolling Ocean,
And Fancy surveys thee with solemn delight;
When thy mountainous billows are wild in commotion,
And the tempest is rous'd by the spirits of night!
Song From Count Filippo
© Charles Heavysege
WHO is lord of lordly fate,--
Lady of her lot's estate?
He who rules himself is he,
She who tempts not fate is she.
Sponsa Dei
© Arthur Symons
Jesus Christ, I have longed with my whole heart for Thee,
O come to me and be the bridegroom of Thy bride;
