Poems begining by S

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Singapore

© Dame Mary Gilmore

They grouped together about the chief
And each one looked at his mate,
Ashamed to think that Australian men
Should meet such bitter fate!

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Sonnet XIII

© Caroline Norton

THE WEAVER.
LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain,
Wandering at pleasure 'neath the shady trees,
While the light glossy silk or rustling train

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Sudden Shower

© John Clare

Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,

  And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:

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Sutherland’s Grave

© Henry Kendall

ALL NIGHT long the sea out yonder—all night long the wailful sea,

Vext of winds and many thunders, seeketh rest unceasingly!

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Scarecrow Crimes

© John Lindley

In Hayfield I imagine
not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits
but a Spitfire’s sunk fuselage

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Solitude at an Inn

© Thomas Warton

Oft upon the twilight plain,
Circled with thy shadowy train,
While the dove at distance coo'd,
Have I met thee, Solitude!

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Sea Change

© John Masefield


"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea
  They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the Dane.
"Not mollies, nor gullies, nor goneys at all", said he,
  "But simply the spirits of mariners livin' again."

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Stanzas for the Times

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Is this the land our fathers loved,
The freedom which they toiled to win?
Is this the soil whereon they moved?
Are these the graves they slumber in?
Are we the sons by whom are borne
The mantles which the dead have worn?

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Snowbound, a Winter Idyl

© John Greenleaf Whittier

To the Memory of the Household It DescribesThis Poem is Dedicated by the Author"As the Spirit of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits, which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine light of the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as the Celestial Fire drives away dark spirits, so also this our fire of Wood doth the same."
Cor. Agrippa, Occult Philosophy, Book I, ch. v.
"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

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Skipper Ireson's Ride

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Of all the rides since the birth of time,
Told in story or sung in rhyme, -
On Apuleius' Golden Ass,
Or one-eyed Calendar's horse of brass,

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Song II

© Mathilde Blind

ALL my heart is stirring lightly
  Like dim violets winter-bound,
Quickening as they feel the brightly
  Glowing sunlight underground.

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Soul Receives From Soul

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

If knowledge of mysteries come after
emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

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Song Of Perfect Propriety

© Dorothy Parker

Oh, I should like to ride the seas,

  A roaring buccaneer;

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Smoke Off

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

In the laid back California town of sunny San Raphael

Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probly knew her well

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Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court

© Sir Philip Sidney

Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face,
Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture,
Hath his front built of alabaster pure;
Gold in the covering of that stately place.

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Spring Thunder

© Mark van Doren

Listen, The wind is still,
And far away in the night --
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.

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Sonnet

© Charles Lamb

The Lord of Life shakes off his drowsihed,

 And 'gins to sprinkle on the earth below

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Sudden Things

© Donald Hall

A storm was coming, that was why it was dark

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Song of the Worm

© Eliza Cook

THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain
In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ;
The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,
With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.

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Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza I

© Gertrude Stein

I caught a bird which made a ball

And they thought better of it.