Poems begining by S
/ page 164 of 287 /Sonnet LXV: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
© William Shakespeare
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
But sad mortality oer-sways their power,
Sonnet 114: "Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,..."
© William Shakespeare
Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
Song: I prithee spare me gentle boy
© Sir John Suckling
I prithee spare me gentle boy,
Press me no more for that slight toy,
That foolish trifle of an heart;
I swear it will not do its part,
Though thou dost thine, employst thy powr and art.
Sonnet 52: "So am I as the rich whose blessed key..."
© William Shakespeare
So am I as the rich whose blessed key,
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount
© Benjamin Jonson
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
Yet slower, yet, O faintly, gentle springs!
Stray Birds 51 - 60
© Rabindranath Tagore
51
YOUR idol is shattered in the dust
to prove that God's dust is greater than
your idol.
Sad Wine (II)
© Cesare Pavese
The hard thing’s to sit without being noticed.
Everything else will come easy. Three sips
Sonnet XVII: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
Sonnet XLVIII. Gladstone.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FOR Peace, and all that follows in her path
Nor slighting honor and his country's fame,
He stood unmoved, and dared to face the blame
Of party-spirit and its turbid wrath.
Sonnet LIII: "What is your substance, whereof are you made"
© William Shakespeare
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Sermons We See
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.
Study in Orange and White
© Billy Collins
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene,
but I was still surprised when I found the painting
of his mother at the Musée d'Orsay
among all the colored dots and mobile brushstrokes
of the French Impressionists.
Sappho
© James Wright
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,
And clean again.
The house has lain and moldered for three days.
The windows smeared with rain, the curtains torn,
The mice come in,
The kitchen blown with cold.
Song from The Indian Emperor
© John Dryden
Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall,
And with a murmuring sound
Dash, dash upon the ground,
To gentle slumbers call.
Sunday: New Guinea
© Ishmael Reed
The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers,
The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn,
From every side, singly, in groups, in pairs,
Each to his kind of service comes to worship Him.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church – (236)
© Emily Dickinson
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –
Song of the Greek Amazon
© William Cullen Bryant
I buckle to my slender side
The pistol and the scimitar,
And in my maiden flower and pride
Am come to share the tasks of war.
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727
© Jonathan Swift
Although we now can form no more
Long schemes of life, as heretofore;
Yet you, while time is running fast,
Can look with joy on what is past.