Poems begining by S
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Stars and the Soul
© Henry Van Dyke
"Two things," the wise man said, "fill me with awe:
The starry heavens and the moral law."
Nay, add another wonder to thy roll, -
The living marvel of the human soul!
Sea Dreams
© Alfred Tennyson
`Not fearful; fair,'
Said the good wife, `if every star in heaven
Can make it fair: you do but bear the tide.
Had you ill dreams?'
Sonnet I
© George Gascoigne
IN haste, post haste, when first my wandering mind
Beheld the glistring Court with gazing eye,
Saving Love
© Mathilde Blind
Yea, love the Abiding in the Universe
Which was before, and will be after us.
Nor yet for ever hanker and vainly cry
For human love-the beings that change or die;
Die-change-forget: to care so is a curse,
Yet cursed we'll be rather than not care thus.
Si Soltera Agonizas...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Ante la luz de tu alma y de tu tez
fui tan maravillosamente casto
cual si me embalsamara la vejez.
Stella Flammarum: An Ode To Halley's Comet
© William Wilfred Campbell
Strange wanderer out of the deeps,
Whence, journeying, come you?
From what far, unsunned sleeps
Did fate foredoom you,
Sonnet XXXIV: The Dark Glass
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Not I myself know all my love for thee:
How should I reach so far, who cannot weigh
Suicide Off Egg Rock
© Sylvia Plath
Everything shrank in the sun's corrosive
Ray but Egg Rock on the blue wastage.
He heard when he walked into the water
Storm-Fragments
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;
O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,
Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men and slain,
Walking the bounds of some fierce battle-plain.
Snowdrops
© Kenneth Slessor
The Snowdrop Girl in fields of snowdrops walks,
Whiter than foam, deeper than waters flowing,
Flakes of wild milk gone blowing,
Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh absent presence, Stella is not here;
False flattering Hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place,
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear:
Song of Poplars
© Aldous Huxley
Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:
Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,
The slow blue rumour of the hill;
Let the grass cry with an anguish of evening gold,
And the great sky be mute.
Serenade
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Now the toils of day are over,
And the sun hath sunk to rest,
Seeking, like a fiery lover,
The bosom of the blushing west
Soul-Advances
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HE, who with fervent toil and will austere,
His innate forces and high faculties
Develops ever, with firm aim, and wise,
He only keeps his spiritual vision clear,
Sonnet I. Written at Tinemouth, Northumberland, after a Tempestuous Voyage.
© William Lisle Bowles
As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,
Much musing on the track of terror past
Sonnet XXI: Say Over Again
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Songs Set To Music: 24. Set By Mr. C. R.
© Matthew Prior
Cloe beauty has, and wit,
And an air that is not common;
Every charm in her does meet,
Fit to make a handsome woman.
Slumberland Time
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT is Slumberland time, and the storms have passed by,
And the sea is now golden and still,
Song #8.
© Robert Crawford
I wonder if, when done with
Is all earth's pain and care,
When we at length are one with
The Dead, and with them bear
Sepulchral
© Rudyard Kipling
Swifter than aught 'neath the sun the car of Simonides moved
him.
Two things he could not out-run-Death and a Woman who
loved him.
