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Sacrifice

© Rainer Maria Rilke

How my body blooms from every vein
more fragrantly, since you appeared to me;
look, I walk slimmer now and straighter,
and all you do is wait-:who are you then?

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Scene From ‘Tasso’

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

MADDALO, A COURTIER.
MALPIGLIO, A POET.
PIGNA, A MINISTER.
ALBANO, AN USHER.

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Sonnet VII: On His Being Arriv'd To The Age Of 23

© John Milton

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

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Sister, Awake! Close Not Your Eyes

© Thomas Bateson

Sister, awake! close not your eyes,


  The day her light discloses;

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Song From The Wandering Jew

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast;
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale--is fast.

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Song Of The Negro Boatman

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come
To set de people free;
An' massa tink it day ob doom,
An' we ob jubilee.

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Sustenance by Ronald Wallace : American Life in Poetry #226 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Elizabeth Bishop, one of our greatest American poets, once wrote a long poem in which the sudden appearance of a moose on a highway creates a community among a group of strangers on a bus. Here Ronald Wallace, a Wisconsin poet, gives us a sighting with similar results.

Sustenance

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Sonnet 68: Stella, The Only Planet

© Sir Philip Sidney

Stella, the only planet of my light,
Light of my life, and life of my desire,
Chief good, whereto my hope doth only aspire,
World of my wealth, and heav'n of my delight:

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Sea Slant

© Carl Sandburg

On up the sea slant,
On up the horizon,
The ship limps.

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Sonnet I.

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My heart has thanked thee, Bowles! for those soft strains
Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring
Of wild bees in the sunny showers of spring!
For hence not callous to the mourner's pains

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Song. Despair

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ask not the pallid stranger's woe,
With beating heart and throbbing breast,
Whose step is faltering, weak, and slow,
As though the body needed rest.--

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Summer Job by Richard Hoffman: American Life in Poetry #162 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Though at the time it may not occur to us to call it “mentoring,â€? there's likely to be a good deal of that sort of thing going on, wanted or unwanted, whenever a young person works for someone older. Richard Hoffman of Massachusetts does a good job of portraying one of those teaching moments in this poem.

Summer Job

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Songs From “Death’s Jest-Book” II - Dirge

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

IF thou wilt ease thine heart  

Of love and all its smart,  

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Snake

© Langston Hughes

He glides so swiftly

Back into the grass-

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Sonnet XXV. The Seceders 2.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

YET what were love, and what were toil and thought,
And what were life, bereft of Poesy?
Who lingers in a garden where the bee
By no rich beds of fragrant flowers is caught —

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Sonnet XLI. To Tranquility

© Charlotte Turner Smith

IN this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit,
How seldom art thou found--Tranquillity!
Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast eye
By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit

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Sonnet Of Motherhood VIII

© Zora Bernice May Cross

Make me the melody of meeting palms,

The roundelay of little running feet.

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Song Of The Rose

© Edith Nesbit

THE lilac-time is over,
  Laburnum's day is past,
The red may-blossoms cover
  The white ones, fallen too fast.
And guelder-roses hang like snow,
Where purple flag-flowers grow.

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Storm-Music

© Henry Van Dyke

  Now an interval of quiet
  For a moment holds the air
  In the breathless hush
  Of a silent prayer.

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Sonnet XCV: The Vase of Life

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Around the vase of Life at your slow pace

He has not crept, but turned it with his hands,