Poems begining by S
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Sapphos Last Song
© John Jay Chapman
THIS was the summer whose gradual splendor
Burned the meridian while the deep sea
Whispering, murmuring, watched the surrender,
Cradled my union, my loved one, with thee.
Scriblerian Epigrams
© Thomas Parnell
Our Carys a Delicate Poet; for What?
For having writt? No: but for having writ not.
Somewhere or Other
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yetnever yetah me!
Made answer to my word.
Sonnet XXXVIII: First Time He Kissed Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The finger of this hand wherewith I write;
Sonnet 132: "Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,..."
© William Shakespeare
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Sexsmith the Dentist
© Edgar Lee Masters
Do you think that odes and sermons,
And the ringing of church bells,
Sir Gawaine And The Green Knight
© Yvor Winters
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,
Green as a bough of yew the beard;
He bent his head, and so I smote;
Then for a thought my vision cleared.
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© André Breton
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
Sea-Weeds.
© Robert Crawford
The sunlight piercing through the blue wave feeds
The joyous growths that, clustered from the air,
Throw forth their fibres to the Power that breeds
Love in the lives above of all things fair
Sonnet On The American War. "Triumph not, fools! and weep not, ye faint-hearted!"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Triumph not, fools! and weep not, ye faint-hearted!
Have ye believed that the supreme decree
Seventh Street
© Jean Toomer
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
Sonnet XXXIII: Full many a Glorious Morning have I Seen
© William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Strange
© Edgar Albert Guest
He thought that he'd be happy if a fortune he could make,
If he were rich he thought that he'd be gay,
He often thought it would be nice an ocean trip to take
Whenever he desired to go away.
Sonnet XXXVII: Pardon, Oh, Pardon
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
Of all that strong divineness which I know
Seeing the Eclipse in Maine
© Robert Bly
It started about noon. On top of Mount Batte,
We were all exclaiming. Someone had a cardboard
And a pin, and we all cried out when the sun
Appeared in tiny form on the notebook cover.
Sibyl
© John Howard Payne
THIS is the glamour of the world antique:
The thyme-scents of Hymettus fill the air,
Sonnet XXX: Last Fire
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Love,through your spirit and mine what summer eve
Now glows with glory of all things possess'd,
Sonnet LVII: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
© William Shakespeare
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
