Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XXII: Heart's Haven
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,
Summer Evening
© John Clare
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,
Song : 'Love Armed'
© Aphra Behn
Love in fantastic triumph sate
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowd,
Servant Of God, Remember
© Aurelius Clemens Prudentius
Servant of God, remember
The stream thy soul bedewing,
The grace that came upon thee
Anointing and renewing.
Sonnet XL: Oh, Yes! They Love
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth,
Sonnet XXXV. Life And Death. 7.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE wish behind the thought is the soul's star
Of faith, and out of earth we build our heaven.
Life to each unschooled child of time has given
A fairy wand with which he thinks to unbar
Sowing
© Edward Thomas
IT was a perfect day
For sowing; just
As sweet and dry was the ground
As tobacco-dust.
Snow
© Edward Thomas
In the gloom of whiteness,
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing
And bitterly saying: "Oh,
Sonnet XLIII: While From the Dizzy Precipice
© Mary Darby Robinson
While from the dizzy precipice I gaze,
The world receding from my pensive eyes,
Sunthin' In The Pastoral Line
© James Russell Lowell
Now I wuz settin' where I'd ben, it seemed,
An' ain't sure yit whether I rally dreamed,
Nor, ef I did, how long I might ha' slep',
When I hearn some un stompin' up the step,
An' lookirz' round, ef two an' two make four,
I see a Pilgrim Father in the door.
"Sometimes I think the happiest of love's moments"
© Lesbia Harford
Sometimes I think the happiest of love's moments
Is the blest moment of release from loving.
The world once more is all one's own to model
Upon one's own and not another's pattern.
South Country
© Kenneth Slessor
And over the flat earth of empty farms
The monstrous continent of air floats back
Coloured with rotting sunlight and the black,
Bruised flesh of thunderstorms:
Song (Untitled #6)
© George Meredith
The flower unfolds its dawning cup,
And the young sun drinks the star-dews up,
At eve it droops with the bliss of day,
And dreams in the midnight far away.
Silas Dement
© Edgar Lee Masters
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled
With new-fallen frost.
It was midnight and not a soul abroad.
Out of the chimney of the court-house
sholaa thaa jal-bujhaa huu
© Ahmad Faraz
sholaa thaa jal-bujhaa huu.N havaaye.n mujhe na do
mai.n kab kaa jaa chukaa huu.N sadaaye.n mujhe na do
Samuel Gardner
© Edgar Lee Masters
I who kept the greenhouse,
Lover of trees and flowers,
Oft in life saw this umbrageous elm,
Measuring its generous branches with my eye,
Searcy Foote
© Edgar Lee Masters
I wanted to go away to college
But rich Aunt Persis wouldn't help me.
So I made gardens and raked the lawns
And bought John Alden's books with my earnings
