Poems begining by S
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Sonnet I.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers;
The Autumn passes with its solemn sky;
The Winter comes again yet you and I
Know not the old companionship once ours.
Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon)
© John Keats
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Song III. - Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dames
© William Shenstone
Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dames,
That rule o'er every British mind!
Be sure ye soothe their amorous flames,
Be sure your laws are not unkind:
Songs of the Voices of Birds: Introduction
© Jean Ingelow
CHILD AND BOATMAN.
“Martin, I wonder who makes all the songs.”
Sonnet X. To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent
© John Keats
To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven -- to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Song of the Guitar.
© Bai Juyi
In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer of the next year I was seeing a friend leave Penpu and heard in the midnight from a neighbouring boat a guitar played in the manner of the capital. Upon inquiry, I found that the player had formerly been a dancing-girl there and in her maturity had been married to a merchant. I invited her to my boat to have her play for us. She told me her story, heyday and then unhappiness. Since my departure from the capital I had not felt sad; but that night, after I left her, I began to realize my banishment. And I wrote this long poem - six hundred and twelve characters.
I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River,
Sandy Star And Willie Gee
© William Stanley Braithwaite
Sandy Star and Willie Gee,
Count 'em two, you make 'em three:
Pluck the man and boy apart
And you'll see into my heart.
Song: "Fair Delia while each sighing swain "
© Henry James Pye
Fair Delia while each sighing swain
Whose heart your charms adores,
Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove
© John Keats
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove
Upsoars, and darts into the eastern light,
Sleep In The Mojave Desert
© Sylvia Plath
Out here there are no hearthstones,
Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry.
And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly
On the mind's eye erecting a line
Sonnet 45: Stella Oft Sees
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella oft sees the very face of woe
Painted in my beclouded stormy face:
But cannot skill to pity my disgrace,
Not though thereof the cause herself she know:
Sonnet XVI: A Day of Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Those envied places which do know her well,
And are so scornful of this lonely place,
Song V
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
To Thee, eternal Defender of all creation,
I call, frail, commiserate, nowhere secure.
Keep me in close watch, and in my each anxiety,
Hasten to bring aid to my wretched soul.
Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter
© Pablo Neruda
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.
Stanzas To A Hindoo Air
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! my lonely--lonely--lonely--Pillow!
Where is my lover? where is my lover?
Is it his bark which my dreary dreams discover?
Far--far away! and alone along the billow?
Sonnet I. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno
Through all his grassy vale delights to hear,
Song. "I am wearing away"
© Amelia Opie
I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.
Sonnet VIII. When The Assault Was Intended To The City
© John Milton
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease,
If ever deed of honour did thee please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms,
