Poems begining by S
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Songs Set To Music: 16. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Accept, my Love, as true a heart
As ever lover gave;
'Tis free (it vows) from my art,
And proud to be your slave.
Sonnet To The Torrid Zone
© Helen Maria Williams
PATHWAY of light! o'er thy empurpled zone,
With lavish charms, perennial summer strays;
Sonnet 2
© Richard Barnfield
Beauty and Maiesty are falne at ods,
Th' one claimes his cheeke, the other claimes his chin;
Saint Cloud
© Sir Walter Scott
Soft spread the southern sumer night
Her veil of darksome blue;
Ten thousand stars combined to light
The terrace of Saint Cloud.
She Is Not Fair
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"She is not fair to outward view";
No beauty hers of form or face
She hath no witchery, 'tis true,
No grace.
Song of Sunset on the River
© Bai Juyi
A strip of water's spread in the setting sun,
Half the river's emerald, half is red.
I love the third night of the ninth month,
The dew is like pearl; the moon like a bow.
Sonnet VII
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But still, beyond, one lone mysterious cloud,
Steeped in the solemn sunset's fiery mist,
Strange semblance takes of Him whose visage bowed,
Divinely sweet, o'er all things, dark or bright,
Yet draws the darkness ever toward His light
The tender eyes and awful brow of Christ!
Sospan Fach
© Robert Graves
Four collier lads from Ebbw Vale
Took shelter from a shower of hail,
And there beneath a spreading tree
Attuned their mouths to harmony.
She Touches A Sad String Of Soft Recall
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Return, return! all night my lamp is burning,
All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;
Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning
Bears witness that the absent can return,
Return, return.
Spring
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
At last young April, ever frail and fair,
Wooed by her playmate with the golden hair,
Chased to the margin of receding floods
O'er the soft meadows starred with opening buds,
In tears and blushes sighs herself away,
And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May.
Sea Surface Full Of Clouds
© Wallace Stevens
In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And in the morning summer hued the deck
Sonnet LXXIII: Maybe you'll remember
© Pablo Neruda
Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced man
who slipped out from the dark like a blade
and - before we realized - knew what was there:
he saw the smoke and concluded fire.
Song.Oh, long enough my life has been
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Oh! long enough my life has been,
Since I thy love have known;
I would not change the pleasing scene,
And find its beauties flown.
Song #5.
© Robert Crawford
Never remember what love's been,
That is the sorrow the world knows;
Forget it, or the heart too keen
Will ache and ache to the weary close.
Summer's Armies
© Emily Dickinson
Some Rainbowcoming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by featheron the plain
Fritters itself away!
Sporting Acquaintances
© Siegfried Sassoon
I ventured "Ages since we met," and tried
My candid smile of friendship; no success.
One scratched his hairy thigh, while t'other sighed
And glanced away. I saw they liked me less
Than when, on Epsom Downs, in cloudless weather,
We backed The Tetrarch and got drunk together.
Scrubber
© William Ernest Henley
She's tall and gaunt, and in her hard, sad face
With flashes of the old fun's animation
