Poems begining by S
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Songs Set To Music: 6. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Phillis, since we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill,
Tell me what pleasure you can find
In forcing Nature 'gainst her will.
Spring Showers
© James Thomson
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up
Within his iron cave, th' effusive south
Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.
Sirmione
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Give me your hand, Beloved! I cannot see;
So close from shadowy--branching tree to tree
Dark leaves hang over us. How vast and still
Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a low thrill,
Sullen Moods
© Robert Graves
Love, do not count your labour lost
Though I turn sullen, grim, retired
Even at your side; my thought is crossed
With fancies by old longings fired.
Shadows on the Down
© Alfred Noyes
When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white clouds
Drew their own shadowy purple across the hills,
Sonnet XV: Accuse Me Not
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
Seaweed
© James Russell Lowell
Not always unimpeded can I pray,
Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession claim;
Too closely clings the burden of the day,
And all the mint and anise that I pay
But swells my debt and deepens my self-blame.
Sonnet LXXI.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at Weymouth in winter.
THE chill waves whiten in the sharp North-east;
Cold, cold the night-blast comes, with sullen sound,
And black and gloomy, like my cheerless breast:
Sonnet XLII: Hope Overtaken
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I deemed thy garments, O my Hope, were grey,
So far I viewed thee. Now the space between
Show Me The Place
© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt
Show me the place where we stood side by side,
Once, when you were mine -
Sonnet IV.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's past
A part, and part of better life to come,
If life to come there be, in some dear home
Beyond the rigid clouds that overcast
Swags Up!
© John Le Gay Brereton
Swags up! and yet I turn upon the way.
The yellow hill against a dapple sky,
Song: How strongly does my passion flow
© Aphra Behn
HOW strongly does my passion flow,
Divided equally twixt two?
Damon had neer subdued my heart,
Had not Alexis took his part;
Nor could Alexis powerful prove,
Without my Damons aid, to gain my love.
Sonnet 73: Love Still A Boy
© Sir Philip Sidney
Love still a boy, and oft a wanton is,
School'd only by his mother's tender eye:
What wonder then if he his lesson miss,
When for so soft a rod dear play he try?
Stray Birds 71 - 80
© Rabindranath Tagore
71
THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
72
Song Of The Aviator
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,
You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean,
Song Of Going
© Katharine Tynan
I would not like to live to be very old,
To be stripped cold and bare
Of all my leafage that was green and gold
In the delicious air.
Science And Poetry
© James Russell Lowell
He who first stretched his nerves of subtile wire
Over the land and through the sea-depths still,
