Poems begining by S
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Self-Condemnation
© George Herbert
Thou who condemnest Jewish hate,
For choosing Barabbas a murderer
Before the Lord of glorie;
Look back upon thine own estate,
Call home thine eye (that busie wanderer)
That choice may be thy storie.
Sonnet 123: "No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:..."
© William Shakespeare
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
Sonnet 82: Nymph Of The Garden
© Sir Philip Sidney
Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,
Beauties which do in excellency pass
His who till death look'd in a wat'ry glass,
Or hers, whom naked the Trojan boy did see;
Shepherd Turned Sailor
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Now Christ ye save yon bonny shepherd
Sailing on the sea;
Ten thousand souls are sailing there
But they belong to Thee.
If he is lost then all is lost
And all is dead to me.
Sonnet 147: "My love is as a fever longing still,..."
© William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True
© Rupert Brooke
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true.
Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea.
Sunset And Sunrise (Translated From Owen)
© William Cowper
Contemplate, when the sun declines,
Thy death with deep reflection!
And when again he rising shines,
The day of resurrection!
Saint Edmond's Eve
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oh! did you observe the Black Canon pass,
And did you observe his frown?
He goeth to say the midnight mass,
In holy St. Edmond's town.
Sonnet XLI: I Thank All
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Spirit Fear.
© Robert Crawford
I look with half unfriendly eyes
Into the casual eyes I meet,
As if my spirit feared surprise,
Dim-memoried with some old defeat.
Springfield Magical
© Vachel Lindsay
In this, the City of my Discontent,
Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass,
"Romance, Romance is here. No Hindu town
Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass
Sweethearts of the Year
© Vachel Lindsay
Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly,
Her gliding hands were fire,
Her lilac breath upon our cheeks
Consumed us with desire.
Song. "Nonot to win the world's applause"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Nonot to win the world's applause
Would I be great or good or wise;
Sonnet XXVI. In A Library. 1.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IN my friend's library I sit alone,
Hemmed in by books. The dead and living there,
Shrined in a thousand volumes rich and rare,
Tower in long rows, with names to me unknown.
Separation On The River Kiang
© Ezra Pound
Ko-Jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro,
The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river.
His lone sail blots the far sky.
And now I see only the river,
The long Kiang, reaching heaven.
Shanghaied
© Harry Kemp
Shanghaied! . . . I swore I'd stay ashore
And sail the wide, wide seas no more! . . .
Shanghaied! Shanghaied!
Shanghaied - with pals I've never known,
And my heart's as heavy as a stone . . .
Shanghaied! . . . Shanghaied!
