Poems begining by S
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Screw-Guns
© Rudyard Kipling
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,
With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets
It's only the pick of the Army that handles the dear little pets -- 'Tss! 'Tss!
Sinne's Round
© George Herbert
Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am,
That my offences course it in a ring.
My thoughts are working like a busie flame,
Untill their cockatrice they hatch and bring:
And when they once have perfected their draughts,
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts.
Sonnet 153: "Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:..."
© William Shakespeare
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
Sonnet XXXV: The Lamp's Shrine
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sometimes I fain would find in thee some fault,
That I might love thee still in spite of it:
Slave Boy
© Yusuf ibn Harun al-Ramadi
They shaved his head
to clothe him in ugliness
out of jealousy and fear
of his beauty.
Songs of the Autumn Days
© George MacDonald
We bore him through the golden land,
One early harvest morn;
The corn stood ripe on either hand-
He knew all about the corn.
Sonnet XI. To Sleep
© Charlotte Turner Smith
COME, balmy Sleep! tired nature's soft resort!
On these sad temples all thy poppies shed;
And bid gay dreams, from Morpheus' airy court,
Float in light vision round my aching head!
Songs of the Night Watches (complete)
© Jean Ingelow
Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot;
Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, hangs dim behind the tree, O!
The dropping thorn makes white the grass, O sweetest lass, and sweetest
lass;
Come out and smell the ricks of hay adown the croft with me, O!”
Sleep Flies Me
© Robert Fuller Murray
Sleep flies me like a lover
Too eagerly pursued,
Or like a bird to cover
Within some distant wood,
Where thickest boughs roof over
Her secret solitude.
Snow Maiden
© Alexander Blok
She hailed from a very distant country,
Nocturnal child of ancient times;
She had no kin to greet her entry
Not even skies with a welcome shine.
Sea Twilight
© Arthur Symons
The sea, a pale blue crystal cup,
With pale water was brimmed up;
And there was seen, on either hand.
Liquid sky and shadowy sand.
Saul
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
Bid the prophet's form appear.
"Samuel, raise thy buried head!
Since There Is No Escape
© Sara Teasdale
SINCE there is no escape, since at the end
My body will be utterly destroyed,
She rose to his requirement, dropped
© Emily Dickinson
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.
Sent As From A School--Fellow To My Son
© Mary Barber
I grieve to see you waste your Time,
And turn your Thoughts so much to Rhyme,
Be wise--your useless Views resign,
And fly the fair, delusive Nine.
Sonnet 31: With How Sad Steps
© Sir Philip Sidney
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
Stad in die Mis
© Diederik Johannes Opperman
Met gespanne spier
loop ek deur die mis
want om my sluip 'n dier
onder wit duisternis;
Song Of The Stygian Naiades
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Proserpine may pull her flowers,
Wet with dew or wet with tears,
Sonnett - XVI
© James Russell Lowell
THE SAME CONTINUED
The love of all things springs from love of one;
