Poems begining by S
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Spring
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Song V. - On every tree, in every plain
© William Shenstone
On every tree, in every plain,
I trace the jovial spring in vain;
A sickly langour veils mine eyes,
And fast my waning vigour flies.
Spring Shower
© Boris Pasternak
Winked to the birdcherry, gulped amid tears,
Splashed over carriages' varnish, trees' tremble.
Full moon. The musicians are picking their way
To the theatre. More and more people assemble.
Soul's Call
© Mathilde Blind
When you wake from troubled slumbers
With a dream-bewildered brain,
And old leaves which no man numbers
Chattering tap against the pane;
Sir Eustace Grey
© George Crabbe
And shall I then the fact deny?
I was--thou know'st--I was begone,
Like him who fill'd the eastern throne,
To whom the Watcher cried aloud;
That royal wretch of Babylon,
Who was so guilty and so proud.
Song Of The Broad-Axe
© Walt Whitman
Strong shapes, and attributes of strong shapes-masculine trades,
sights and sounds;
Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music;
Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great
organ.
Song of a Thousand Years
© Henry Clay Work
Lift up your eyes desponding freemen!
Fling to the winds your needless fears!
He who unfurl'd your beauteous banner,
Says it shall wave a thousand years!
Sonnet XXXVII: Delia, These Eyes
© Samuel Daniel
Delia, these eyes that so admireth thine
Have seen those walls the which ambition rear'd
Sunset
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge
And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp;
High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,
Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge.
Sunk in melancholy
© Saigyo
Sunk in melancholy, and
Gazing
Upon the moon: its hue:
Why is it so deeply
Stained with sadness, I wonder
Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown
© Sir Philip Sidney
A strife is grown between Virtue and Love,
While each pretends that Stella must be his:
Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love, do this
Since they do wear his badge, most firmly prove.
Spring.
© Robert Crawford
It is the courier of the Seasons come,
September's squire, with dreamy gusts and gleams,
Who posts a vision round the changing sphere,
An ancient meaning in his lovely eyes.
Sailing Ships
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay
I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,
Sacred To the Memory of Algernon R. G. Stanhope
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE silver cord is loosed, he said,
The golden bowl is broken;
Song
© Rupert Brooke
The way of love was thus.
He was born one winter morn
With hands delicious,
And it was well with us.
Sonnet 49: I On My Horse
© Sir Philip Sidney
I on my horse, and Love on me doth try
Our horsemanships, while by strange work I prove
A horseman to my horse, a horse to Love;
And now man's wrongs in me, poor beast, descry.
Sonnet d'Oaristys
© Charles Cros
Tu me fis d'imprévus et fantasques aveux
Un soir que tu t'étais royalement parée,
Haut coiffée, et ruban ponceau dans tes cheveux
Qui couronnaient ton front de flammes dorées.
