Poems begining by S
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Sunset And Storm
© Madison Julius Cawein
Deep with divine tautology,
The sunset's mighty mystery
Again has traced the scroll-like west
With hieroglyphs of burning gold:
Forever new, forever old,
Its miracle is manifest.
Stop Thief!
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Policeman, policeman,
Help me please.
Someone went and stole my knees.
Id chase him down but I suspect
My feet and legs just wont connect.
Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Antwerp)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Messieurs, le Dieu des peintres: We felt odd:
'Twas Rubens, sculptured. A mean florid church
Sonnet 1: Loving In Truth
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
Staff Nurse: New Style
© William Ernest Henley
Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning fast
Into the sere of virginal decay,
Sonnet
© Luigi Alamanni
Therefore, proud Italy, I, by Gods grace,
After six years come back to gaze on thee,
Santa Teresa's Bookmark. (From The Spanish Of Santa Teresa)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Let nothing disturb thee,
Nothing affright thee
Sunset Clouds
© Madison Julius Cawein
Low clouds, the lightning veins and cleaves,
Torn from the forest of the storm,
Sweep westward like enormous leaves
O'er field and farm.
Sight
© Archibald Lampman
Ah brothers, still upon our pathway lies
The shadow of dim weariness and fear,
Yet if we could but lift our earthwood eyes
To see, and open our dull eyes to hear,
Then should the wonder of this world draw near
And life's innumerable harmonies.
Song.When others saw thee
© Louisa Stuart Costello
When others saw thee gay and vain,
And saw my weakness too,
Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream
© Pablo Neruda
Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
Sir Hornbook
© Thomas Love Peacock
O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.
Sonnet XVII. The Microscope.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE small enlarged, the distant nearer brought
To sight, made marvels in a denser age.
But Science turns with every year a page
In the enchanted volume of her thought.
Sonnet XI. The Printing-Press.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IN boyhood's days we read with keen delight
How young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raised
The towering Djin whose form his soul amazed,
Yet who was pledged to serve him day and night.
Song
© Emma Lazarus
Frosty lies the winter-landscape,
In the twilight golden-green.
Down the Park's deserted alleys,
Naked elms stand stark and lean.
Song.If those dark eyes
© Louisa Stuart Costello
If those dark eyes have gazed on me,
Unconscious of their power
Spring In Nazareth
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
"THE Spring is come!" a shepherd saith;
Sing, sweet Mary,
"The Spring is come to Nazareth
And swift the Summer hurrieth."
Sing low, the barley and the corn!
Soldiers To Pacifists
© Katharine Lee Bates
NOT ours to clamor shame on you,
Nor fling a bitter blame on you,
