Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XXII. By The Same. To Solitude.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
OH, Solitude! to thy sequester'd vale
I come to hide my sorrow and my tears,
And to thy echoes tell the mournful tale
Which scarce I trust to pitying Friendship's ears.
Solace
© Dorothy Parker
There was a rose that faded young;
I saw its shattered beauty hung
Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, "What need to care
With roses budding everywhere?"
I did not answer them.
Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been
© William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
Sonnet. "Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air
Sittest enthroned, vouchsafe to hear my prayer!
Sonnet LXXIII: That Time of Year thou mayst in me Behold
© William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Song. Sorrow
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
To me this world's a dreary blank,
All hopes in life are gone and fled,
My high strung energies are sank,
And all my blissful hopes lie dead.--
Sonnet XXII: To Cyriack Skinner
© Patrick Kavanagh
Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862)
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
The swallows fly low
Stone Gullets
© May Swenson
Stone gullets among Inrush Feed Backsuck and
The borders swallow Outburst Huge engorgements Swallow
In gulps the sea Tide crams jagged Smacks snorts chuckups Follow
In urgent thirst Jaws the hollow Insurge Hollow
Gushing evacuations follow Jetty it must Outpush Greed
Sonnet to Vauxhall
© Thomas Hood
The English Garden.Mason
The cold transparent ham is on my fork
Sonnet CVII: Not mine own Fears, nor the Prophetic Soul
© William Shakespeare
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Song VI
© Edith Nesbit
"LOVE me little, love me long,"
Is the burden of my song,
And if nothing more may be
Little shall suffice for me.
Sonnet XXXV: And Yet I Cannot
© Samuel Daniel
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight,
Or blame th'attempt presuming so to soar;
Self-Inquiry Before the Job Interview
© Gary Soto
I prayed on my knees, and my knees answered with pain.
I gargled. I polished my shoes until I saw who I was.
I inflated my résumé by employing my middle name.
Sonnets from the Portuguese 6: Go from me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Songs from the Plays - Fear No More the Heat o the Sun
© William Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o the sun,
Nor the furious winters rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and taen thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Sonnet. "If there were any power in human love"
© Frances Anne Kemble
If there were any power in human love,
Or in th' intensest longing of the heart,
Sonnet XCIV: They that have Power to Hurt and will do None
© William Shakespeare
They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
