Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee?
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
sonnet XXXII. Life And Death. 4.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IF at one door stands life to cheat our trust,
And at another, death, to mock because
We thought life's promise good; if all that was
And is and should be ends in fume and dust
Summer Gone
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SMALL wren, mute pecking at the last red plum
Or twittering idly at the yellowing boughs
Fruit-emptied, over thy forsaken house,--
Birdie, that seems to come
Telling, we too have spent our little store,
Our summer's o'er:
Sleep on horseback
© Matsuo Basho
Sleep on horseback,
The far moon in a continuing dream,
Steam of roasting tea.
Short Ode
© Stephen Vincent Benet
It is time to speak of these
Who took the long, strange journey overseas,
Sonnet XVI. The Spectroscope.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
ALL honor to that keen Promethean soul
Who caught the prismic hues of Jove and Mars,
And from the glances of the dædal stars,
And from the fiery sun, the secret stole
Sonnet to Peace of Mind
© Helen Maria Williams
Sweet Peace! ah, lead me from the thorny dale,
Where desolate my wand'ring steps have fled;
Surprise Party
© Boris Vian
The turntable hacked up a melancholy blues
The air was heavy with dust and odors
Several zazous danced while holding to their hearts
Short girls with spasmodic behinds
Spirit of Song
© James Brunton Stephens
Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,
Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?
Substitute For An Epitaph
© George Gordon Byron
Kind Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here HAROLD lies, but where's his Epitaph?
If such you seek, try Westminster, and view
Ten thousand just as fit for him as you.
Strange Fruit
© Robert Laurence Binyon
This year the grain is heavy--ripe;
The apple shows a ruddier stripe;
Never berries so profuse
Blackened with so sweet a juice
Songs Set To Music: 19. Set By Mr. C. R.
© Matthew Prior
Phillis, give this humour over,
We too long have time abused;
I shall turn an errant rover
If the favour's still refused.
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Knowledge. Book I.
© Matthew Prior
But, O! ere yet original man was made,
Ere the foundations of this earth were laid,
It was opponent to our search ordain'd,
That joy still sought should never be attain'd:
This sad experience cites me to reveal,
And what I dictate is from what I feel.
She's All My Fancy Painted Him
© Lewis Carroll
She's all my fancy painted him
(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most?
Song of Thyrsis
© Philip Morin Freneau
THE turtle on yon withered bough,
That lately mourned her murdered mate,
Has found another comrade now--
Such changes all await!
Sonnets of the Empire: Hawk
© Archibald Thomas Strong
Great sea dog, fighter in the great old way!
What though thy ships were tinder, and the pest
Sonnet XXIII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Even as upon a low and cloud-domed day,
When clouds are one cloud till the horizon,
Sudden Fine Weather
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see
The spring return, nor glow like you and me?
Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
Nor long to utter his melodious will?
Scenes In London II - Oxford Street
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LIFE in its many shapes was there,
The busy and the gay;
Faces that seemed too young and fair
To ever know decay.
