Poems begining by S
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Sonnet 6: Some Lovers Speak
© Sir Philip Sidney
Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain,
Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not what desires:
Of force of heav'nly beams, infusing hellish pain:
Of living deaths, dear wounds, fair storms, and freezing fires.
She Moved Through the Faire
© Padraic Colum
My young love said to me: My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
Sonnet 59: Dear, Why Make You More
© Sir Philip Sidney
Dear, why make you more of a dog than me?
If he do love, I burn, I burn in love;
If he wait well, I never thence would move;
If he be fair, yet but a dog can be.
Sighs And Grones
© George Herbert
O do not use me
After my sinnes! look not on my desert,
But on thy glorie! then thou wilt reform,
And not refuse me: for thou onely art
The mighty God, but I a sillie worm:
O do not bruise me!
Starling
© Katharine Tynan
The starling in the ivy now,
For to amuse his dear,
Mimics the dog, the cat, the cow,
Blackbird and Chanticleer.
Sonnet. "By jasper founts, whose falling waters make"
© Frances Anne Kemble
By jasper founts, whose falling waters make
Eternal music to the silent hours;
Song: Oh the Tear
© Joseph Rodman Drake
Oh the tear is in my eye, and my heart it is breaking,
Thou hast fled from me, Connor, and left me forsaken;
Bright and warm was our morning, but soon has it faded,
For I gave thee a true heart, and thou hast betrayed it.
Sonnet 12
© Richard Barnfield
Some talke of Ganymede th' Idalian Boy
And some of faire Adonis make their boast,
Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown
© John Keats
I.
He is to weet a melancholy carle:
Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,
As hath the seeded thistle when in parle
Storm, Momentary, Forever
© Boris Pasternak
Then summer said goodbye
to the station. Lifting its cap,
Sonnet II
© Francis William Bourdillon
As strong, as deep, as wide as is the sea,
Though by the wind made restless as the wind,
By billows fretted and by rocks confined,
So strong, so deep, so wide my love for thee.
Sparrow Hills
© Boris Pasternak
Breasts beneath kisses, as though under a tap!
Summers stream wont run for ever.
Seus olhos
© Antônio Gonçalves Dias
Seus olhos tão negros, tão belos, tão puros,
De vivo luzir,
Estrelas incertas, que as águas dormentes
Do mar vão ferir;
Shakespeare
© William Lisle Bowles
O sovereign Master! who with lonely state
Dost rule as in some isle's enchanted land,
On whom soft airs and shadowy spirits wait,
Whilst scenes of "faerie" bloom at thy command,
On thy wild shores forgetful could I lie,
And list, till earth dissolved to thy sweet minstrelsy!
Senlin:A Biography: Pt 03 His Cloudy Destiny
© Conrad Aiken
Yet, we would say, this is no shore at all,
But a small bright room with lamplight on the wall;
And the familiar chair
Where Senlin sat, with lamplight on his hair.
Sonnet LXI
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Supposed to have been written in America.
ILL-omen'd bird! whose cries portentous float
O'er yon savannah with the mournful wind;
While, as the Indian hears your piercing note,
Seeking For Happiness
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
Sonnet IX "I Know Not Why, But All This Weary Day"
© Henry Timrod
I know not why, but all this weary day,
Suggested by no definite grief or pain,
Swans
© Sara Teasdale
Night is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.
