Poems begining by S
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Sonnet LXXIV. The Winter Night
© Charlotte Turner Smith
"SLEEP, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,"
Forsakes me, while the chill and sullen blast,
As my sad soul recalls its sorrows past,
Seems like a summons bidding me prepare
Shyama -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
Yet after all these I cannot forget the pain
I couldnt know her more!
One can hardly be nearest to what is beautiful
It ever remains far
When nearer it urges one ever
To know it ever more.
Soldier Freddy
© Spike Milligan
Soldier Freddy
was never ready,
But! Soldier Neddy,
unlike Freddy
Was always ready
and steady,
Spenserian Stanza. Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of "The Faerie Queene"
© John Keats
In after-time, a sage of mickle lore
Yclep'd Typographus, the Giant took,
And did refit his limbs as heretofore,
And made him read in many a learned book,
Sonnet: Ypres
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She was a city of patience; of proud name,
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
Song of the Zetland Fisherman
© Sir Walter Scott
Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh,
For the brave lads of Westra are bound to the Haaf;
And we must have labour, and hunger, and pain,
Ere we dance with the maids of Dunrossness again.
Sonnet IV
© Caroline Norton
BE frank with me, and I accept my lot;
But deal not with me as a grieving child,
Who for the loss of that which he hath not
Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled.
Seats
© William Barnes
When starbright maïdens be to zit
In silken frocks, that they do wear,
The room mid have, as 'tis but fit,
A han'some seat vor vo'k so feäir;
But we, in zun-dried vield an' wood,
Ha' seats as good's a goolden chair.
Sonnet XXXIX: Sleepless Dreams
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Girt in dark growths, yet glimmering with one star,
O night desirous as the nights of youth!
Sonnet To The Moon
© Yvor Winters
Now every leaf, though colorless, burns bright
With disembodied and celestial light,
And drops without a movement or a sound
A pillar of darkness to the shifting ground.
Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled
© Robert Burns
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Song On The Water.
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
As mad sexton's bell, tolling
For earth's loveliest daughter
Night's dumbness breaks rolling
Ghostily:
So our boat breaks the water
Witchingly.
Sonnet XXXVII: O Why Doth Delia
© Samuel Daniel
O why doth Delia credit so her glass,
Gazing her beauty deign'd her by the skies,
Suttee
© Sarojini Naidu
LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
Song Of A Dream
© Sarojini Naidu
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
Sonatina To Hans Christian
© Wallace Stevens
If any duck in any brook,
Fluttering the water
For your crumb,
Seemed the helpless daughter
Sonnet LXVIII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at Exmouth, Midsummer, 1795.
FALL, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast,
Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes,
Ye gentle Winds, that fan the balmy West,
So I Said I Am Ezra
© Archie Randolph Ammons
So I said I am Ezra
and the wind whipped my throat
gaming for the sounds of my voice
I listened to the wind
