Poems begining by S
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Slumber Song
© Celia Thaxter
Thou little child, with tender, clinging arms,
Drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest
Upon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms;
Be soothed and comforted, be loved and blessed.
Spirit And Star.
© James Brunton Stephens
THROUGH the bleak cold voids, through the wilds of space,
Trackless and starless, forgotten of grace,
Song of the Dardanelles
© Henry Lawson
The Wireless tells and the cable tells
How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.
Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
© William Shakespeare
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time?
Song II
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Ah! words are useless, words are vain,
Thy generous sympathy to prove;
And well that sign, those looks explain,
That Clara mourns my hapless love.
Sonnet I
© Francis William Bourdillon
Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,
Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well
Believed her able on earth to love and dwell
With whatso man she set her love upon;
Song
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Where, from the eye of day,
The dark and silent river
Pursues through tangled woods a way
O'er which the tall trees quiver;
Shakespeare
© Mathilde Blind
The world of men, unrolled before our sight,
Showed like a map, where stream and waterfall
And village-cradling vale and cloud-capped height
Stand faithfully recorded, great and small;
For Shakespeare was, and at his touch, with light
Impartial as the Sun's, revealed the All.
Song (Untitled#1)
© George Meredith
Love within the lover's breast
Burns like Hesper in the west,
O'er the ashes of the sun,
Till the day and night are done;
Then when dawn drives up her car -
Lo! it is the morning star.
Sonnet 43: When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
© William Shakespeare
When most I wink then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected,
Stray Birds 31 - 40
© Rabindranath Tagore
31
THE trees come up to my window
like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
32
Simon Legree
© Vachel Lindsay
He wore hip-boots, and would wade all day
To capture his slaves that had fled away.
BUT HE WENT DOWN TO THE DEVIL.
Savior
© Maya Angelou
Petulant priests, greedy
centurions, and one million
incensed gestures stand
between your love and me.
Sonnet 67: "Ah wherefore with infection should he live..."
© William Shakespeare
Ah wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
Seventeenth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers
Which day and night before thine altars rise:
Not statelier, towering o'er her marble stairs,
Flashed Sion's gilded dome to summer skies,
Not holier, while around him angels bowed,
From Aaron's censer steamed the spicy cloud,
Sonnet
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Im sick, for sure: deep darkness holds my heart,
Im bored with the people and the stories,
And dream of treasures of the kingdoms, glories,
And yataghans, all covered with blood.
Song (Untitled #11)
© George Meredith
The daisy now is out upon the green;
And in the grassy lanes
The child of April rains,
The sweet fresh-hearted violet, is smelt and loved unseen.
Stage Direction
© Conrad Aiken
It is a stage of ether, without space,
a space of limbo without time,
a faceless clock that never strikes;
Stage Love
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
WHEN the game began between them for a jest,
He played king and she played queen to match the best;
Laughter soft as tears, and tears that turned to laughter,
These were things she sought for years and sorrowed after.
