Poems begining by S
/ page 219 of 287 /Sonnet. "But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile"
© Frances Anne Kemble
But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile
The panting breath and hurrying steps of life,
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
© Anne Sexton
No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
Spring
© William Wilfred Campbell
There dwells a spirit in the budding year-
As motherhood doth beautify the face-
Shall The Dead Praise Thee?
© George MacDonald
I cannot praise thee. By his instrument
The master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;
For see the organ-pipes this, that way bent,
Leaning, o'erthrown, like wheat-stalks tempest-fanned!
Sylvia's Death
© Anne Sexton
for Sylvia Plath
O Sylvia, Sylvia,
with a dead box of stones and spoons,
with two children, two meteors
Suicide Note
© Anne Sexton
Once upon a time
my hunger was for Jesus.
O my hunger! My hunger!
Before he grew old
he rode calmly into Jerusalem
in search of death.
Symphonic Studies (After Schumann)
© Emma Lazarus
Prelude
Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July
Sonnet VIII
© Charles Lamb
As when a child on some long winter's night
Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees
Sympathetic Portrait Of A Child
© William Carlos Williams
Why has she chosen me
for the knife
that darts along her smile?
Sonnet XIV. On The Religious Memory Of Mrs. Catharine Thomson, My Christian Friend, Deceas'd 16 Dece
© John Milton
When Faith and Love which parted from thee never,
Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load
Of Death, call'd Life; which us from Life doth sever
Spring And All
© William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeasta cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
Sonnet
© Sara Teasdale
I saw a ship sail forth at evening time;
Her prow was gilded by the western fire,
And all her rigging one vast golden lyre,
For winds to play on to the ocean's rhyme
Sonnet Written After Having Read A. F. Rios, Petite Chouaunerie
© John Kenyon
Call not our Bretons backward. What if rude
Of speech and mien, and rude of fashiondrest;
Soothsay
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Let no man ask thee of anything
Not yearborn between Spring and Spring.
Sur Un Groupe De Jupiter Et DEurope
© André Marie de Chénier
_Des nymphes et des satyres chantent dans une grotte qu'il faut peindre
bien romantique, pittoresque, divine, en soupant, avec des coupes
ciselées; chacun chante le sujet représenté sur sa coupe. L'un_:
Étranger, ce taureau, _etc._; _l'autre_: Pasiphaé; _d'autres,
d'autres_...
Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest
© Mary Darby Robinson
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree !
Such is the boast thy bark displays;
Thy branches, like thy Patron's lays,
Shall ever, ever, sacred be;
Nor with'ring storm, nor woodman's stroke,
Shall harm the POET'S favourite Oak.
Stanzas to Time
© Mary Darby Robinson
CAPRICIOUS foe to human joy,
Still varying with the fleeting day;
With thee the purest raptures cloy,
The fairest prospects fade away;