Poems begining by S
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Sunday: New Guinea
© Karl Shapiro
The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers,
The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn,
From every side, singly, in groups, in pairs,
Each to his kind of service comes to worship Him.
Success And Failure
© Edgar Albert Guest
I do not think all failure's undeserved,
And all success is merely someone's luck;
Some men are down because they were unnerved,
And some are up because they kept their pluck.
Some men are down because they chose to shirk;
Some men are high because they did their work.
Sonnet 4: Virtue, Alas
© Sir Philip Sidney
Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest.
Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit.
If vain love have my simple soul oppress'd,
Leave what thou likest not, deal not thou with it.
Sonnet 32: The Children of the Night
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Oh for a poetfor a beacon bright
To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray;
Song. "You ask why these mountains"
© Amelia Opie
YOU ask why these mountains delight me no more,
And why lovely Clwyd's attractions are o'er;
Ah! have you not heard, then, the cause of my pain?
The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of the plain,
We never, no never, shall gaze on again!
Sonnet 8: Love, Born In Greece
© Sir Philip Sidney
Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place,
Forc'd by a tedious proof, that Turkish harden'd heart
Is no fit mark to pierce with his fine pointed dart,
And pleas'd with our soft peace, stayed here his flying race.
Stanza From A Translation Of The Marseillaise Hymn
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tremble, Kings despised of man!
Ye traitors to your Country,
Tremble! Your parricidal plan
At length shall meet its destiny...
Scandalous Song
© Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
A pale-faced nun who with the sins of this world
Bears my sins, too, upon her weary shoulders,
Those shoulders, wan as wax, which some deity has kissed,
Roams the streets like a fleeting angel.
Sonnet: What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son
© Sir Philip Sidney
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep,
Sonnet 7
© Richard Barnfield
Sweet Thames I honour thee, not for thou art
The chiefest Riuer of the fairest Ile,
Show The Flag
© Edgar Albert Guest
Show the flag and let it wave
As a symbol of the brave
Let it float upon the breeze
As a sign for each who sees
That beneath it, where it rides,
Loyalty to-day abides.
Song II. The Landscape
© William Shenstone
How pleased within my native bowers
Erewhile I pass'd the day!
Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers?
Were ever flowers so gay?
Sonnet XXVIII: From Fatal Interview
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
Sonnet XXXV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Good. I have done. My heart weighs. I am sad.
The outer day, void statue of lit blue,
Sonnet IX. To A Virtuous Young Lady
© John Milton
Lady that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the Hill of heav'nly Truth,
Serenade
© Kenneth Slessor
THOU moon, like a white Christus hanging
At the sky's cross-roads, I'll court thee not,
Though travellers bend up, and seek thy grace.
Let them go truckle with their gifts and singing,
Snow Storm
© John Clare
What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stops
To howl more loud, while the snow volley keeps
