Poems begining by S
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Shakespeare and Milton
© Walter Savage Landor
THE TONGUE of England, that which myriads
Have spoken and will speak, were paralyzd
Hereafter, but two mighty men stand forth
Above the flight of ages, two alone;
Shamrock Song
© Katharine Tynan
O, the red rose may be fair,
And the lily statelier;
But my shamrock, one in three,
Takes the very heart of me!
Sonnet LXX: The Hill Summit
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
This feast-day of the sun, his altar there
In the broad west has blazed for vesper-song;
St. George
© Emile Verhaeren
Opening the mists on a sudden through,
An Avenue!
Then, all one ferment of varied gold,
With foam of plumes where the chamfrom bends
Round his horse's head, that no bit doth hold,
St. George descends!
Sonnet To--
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
FAIR Muse, beloved of all, thou art no high
Imperious goddess of the mount or main,
But a sweet maiden of the pastoral plain,
To whom the hum of bees, the west wind's sigh,
St. Valentines day
© Henry King
Now that each feather'd Chorister doth sing
The glad approches of the welcome Spring:
Now Phbus darts forth his more early beam,
And dips it later in the curled stream,
Song Of The Bell. (From The German)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Bell! thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell! thou soundest solemnly.
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie!
St. Philip And St. James
© John Keble
Dear is the morning gale of spring,
And dear th' autumnal eve;
But few delights can summer bring
A Poet's crown to weave.
Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery
© Du Fu
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds
flying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as they look down on the
myriad doors of the palace, and the moon's light increases as she moves into
the ninefold sky. Unable to sleep, I seem to hear the sound of the bronze-clad
Sonnet XI: The Love-Letter
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair
As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,
Song Of The Wild Bushman
© Thomas Pringle
Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,
And fields of foodful grain;
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV)
© Alexander Pope
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
Sonnet 92: Be Your Words Made
© Sir Philip Sidney
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
That you allow me them by so small rate?
Sonnet XII. On The Same. (Being On The Detraction)
© John Milton
I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs
By the known rules of antient libertie,
When strait a barbarous noise environs me
Of Owles and Cuckoes, Asses, Apes and Doggs.
Sonnet X: The Portrait
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O Lord of all compassionate control,
O Love! let this my lady's picture glow
