Poems begining by S
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Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence
© Dorothy Parker
For now I am my own again, my friend!
This scar but points the whiteness of my breast;
This frenzy, like its betters, spins an end,
And now I am my own. And that is best.
Therefore, I am immeasurably grateful
To you, for proving shallow, false, and hateful.
Sonnet IX
© Caroline Norton
TO THE COUNTESS HELÉNE ZAVADOWSKY.
WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
In Gothic Westminster's long-hallow'd walls,
The eye upon no lovelier sight look'd down
Song of the Crew of Diaz
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Where no sound was ever heard
But the ocean's hollow roar,
As it breaks, in foamy mountains,
Along the rugged shore:
Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer of 1917)
© Harry Kemp
And while the fishers clung to planks and spars
And rode the huge backs of waves, we sat
Beneath a young night full of summer stars:
And we discussed of life this way and that
Until we felt, when we arose for bed,
That there was nothing left had not been said.
Silence. A Sonnet
© Henry King
Peace my hearts blab, be ever dumb,
Sorrowes speak loud without a tongue:
And my perplexed thoughts forbear
To breath your selves in any ear:
Sonnet 66: And Do I See Some Cause
© Sir Philip Sidney
And do I see some cause a hope to feed,
Or doth the tedious burden of long woe
In weaken'd minds, quick apprehension breed,
Of every image which may comfort show?
Samson
© Frederick George Scott
Plunged in night, I sit alone
Eyeless on this dungeon stone,
Naked, shaggy, and unkempt,
Dreaming dreams no soul hath dreamt.
Sir Wilfrid Laurier -- Diplomatist
© Alexander MacGregor Rose
I live on Canada en Bas -
De fines' lan' you see -
An' Oncle Sam, a fr'en of mine,
He live nex' door to me.
Spring Bereaved 2
© William Henry Drummond
Sweet Spring, thou com'st with all thy goodly train,
Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs,
Sonnet 20: A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
© William Shakespeare
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou the master mistress of my passion,
Signal Service
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Time-table! Terrible and hard
To figure! At some station lonely
We see this sign upon the card:
[Footnote Asterisk: Train 20: Stops on signal only.]
Said The Skylark
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning,
Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey;
Song From The Second Brother
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Ye cups, ye lyres, ye trumpets know,
Pour your music, let it flow,
'Tis Bacchus' son who walks below.
Sonnet: On A Stolen Kiss
© George Wither
Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes,
Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe,
Song Before Death: From the French
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SWEET MOTHER, in a minutes span
Death parts thee and my love of thee;
Sweet love, that yet art living man,
Come back, true love, to comfort me.
Back, ah, come back! ah wellaway!
But my love comes not any day.
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint'
© John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
Staff Nurse:Old Style
© William Ernest Henley
The greater masters of the commonplace,
REMBRANDT and good SIR WALTER-only these
Sonnet LIII: Without Her
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon's face.
