Poems begining by S
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Seddon
© George Essex Evans
Nature, that builds great minds for mighty tasks,
Sculptured his frame to match the soul within;
Taught him how wisdom wields the power it asks;
For each new conquest set him more to win.
Spirit Song Over The Waters.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Cliffs projecting
Oppose its progress,--
Angrily foams it
Down to the bottom,
Step by step.
Sonnet 55: Muses, I Oft Invoked
© Sir Philip Sidney
Muses, I oft invoked your hold aid,
With choicest flow'rs my speech t'engarland so
That it, despis'd in true by naked show,
Might win some grace in your sweet grace array'd.
Sir Curt's Wedding-journey.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WITH a bridegroom's joyous bearing,Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast,
To his mistress' home repairing,There to hold his wedding feast;
When a threatening foe advancesFrom a desert, rocky spot;
For the fray they couch their lances,Not delaying, speaking not.Long the doubtful fight continues,Victory then for Curt declares;
Such, Such Is He Who Pleaseth Me.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
In the wood where thou thy flight didst wing.
Fly, dearest, fly! He is not nigh!
Never rests the foot of evil spy.
So We'll Go No More A-Roving
© George Gordon Byron
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
Sonnet 99: When Far-Spent Night
© Sir Philip Sidney
When far-spent night persuades each mortal eye,
To whom nor art nor nature granted light,
To lay his then mark-wanting shafts of sight,
Clos'd with their quivers, in sleep's armory;
Starting From Paumanok
© Walt Whitman
Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers, experienced-stars, rain, snow,
my amaze;
Having studied the mocking-bird's tones, and the mountainhawk's,
And heard at dusk the unrival'd one, the hermit thrush from the
swamp-cedars,
Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.
Sonnet To Italy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
FOR thee, Ansonia! Nature's bounteous hand,
Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores;
Profusion laughs o'er all the glowing land,
And softest breezes from thy myrtle-shores.
Sonnet LI. The Human Flower. 1.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IN the old void of unrecorded time,
In long, slow æons of the voiceless past,
A seed from out the weltering fire-mist cast
Took root a struggling plant that from its prime
Sonnet XXXIII. To The Naiad Of The Arun
© Charlotte Turner Smith
GO, rural Naiad! wind thy stream along
Through woods and wilds: then seek the ocean caves
Where sea-nymphs meet their coral rocks among,
To boast the various honours of their waves!
Sonnet V
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,
When the miserly press of each day's need
" by William Shakespeare">Sonnet 105: "Let not my love be called idolatry,..."
© William Shakespeare
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Swiss Song,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Up in th' mountain
I was a-sitting,
With the bird there
As my guest,
Smell!
© William Carlos Williams
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
Seeking
© Mathilde Blind
In many a shape and fleeting apparition,
Sublime in age or with clear morning eyes,
Ever I seek thee, tantalising Vision,
Which beckoning flies.
Sur La Mort D'Une Jeune Fille
© Evariste Desire de Forges Parny
Son age echappait a l'enfance;
Riante comme l'innocence,
Song Of Fellowship.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Written and sung in honour of the birthday
of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with
Lily.]
