Poems begining by S
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Sea-Lavender
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lavender, sea lavender!
Pale sweet flower how full of her!
Flower discreet, with your priest's eyes
Trained in all time's mysteries,
Sonnet 138: "When my love swears that she is made of truth,..."
© William Shakespeare
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
Summer's Passing
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
A SINGLE branch of flaming red,
A branch of tawny yellow
Spring Goeth all in White
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Spring goeth all in white,
Crowned with milk-white may:
In fleecy flocks of light
O'er heaven the white clouds stray:
Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin
© Jonathan Swift
Don Carlos, in a merry spight,
Did Stella to his house invite:
He entertain'd her half a year
With generous wines and costly cheer.
Sonnet XXX
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
I do not know what truth the false untruth
Of this sad sense of the seen world may own,
Song From Torrismond
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
How many times do I love thee, dear?
Tell me how many thoughts there be
Sudden Calm
© George MacDonald
There is a bellowing in me, as of might
Unfleshed and visionless, mangling the air
Sonnet
© Federico Garcia Lorca
I know that my profile will be serene
in the north of an unreflecting sky.
Mercury of vigil, chaste mirror
to break the pulse of my style.
Schoolgirls Hastening
© John Shaw Neilson
Fear it has faded and the night:
The bells all peal the hour of nine:
The schoolgirls hastening through the light
Touch the unknowable Divine.
Song Of Sardanapalus
© Hume Nisbet
I
'WHAT am I? a God or Man?
Man is God when great and rich
God is man when in the ditch.
Ho, there! servers, fill each can!
Sonnet
© Joseph Rodman Drake
Is thy heart weary of unfeeling men,
And chilled with the world's ice? Then come with me,
Stars
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
And now Orion glimmers through the trees,
Clearing the earth with even pace and slow,
And now the stately-moving Pleiades,
Sappho
© John Kenyon
Two graceful portals led to Sappho's bower;
Two fitly graceful portals. By the one,
Songs Of Gloom
© Edgar Albert Guest
IF the song I have to sing
Is a dreary, gloomy thing,
I would rather silent be;
If I cannot sing of cheer,
I will never let you hear
Any song of dole from me.
Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The First
© Francis Thompson
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,
The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.
Spectator ab Extra
© Arthur Hugh Clough
As I sat in the Café I said to myself,
They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,
They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking,
But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking
How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!
How pleasant it is to have money.
Sonnet: Spirit Of Love
© Dante Alighieri
I felt a spirit of love begin to stir
Within my heart, long time unfelt till then;
