Poems begining by S
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Sayings
© James Russell Lowell
In life's small things be resolute and great
To keep thy muscle trained: know'st thou when Fate
Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee,
'I find thee worthy; do this deed for me'?
Some Lover To Some Beloved!
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Although my sight knows that the wish is just a farce
For if ever it were to run across your eyes again
right there will spring forth another pathway
Like always, where ever we run into, there will begin
another journey of your lock's shadow, your embrace's tremor
Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
He shines through history like a sun.
For thrice five years
He bore bright victory through the dun
King-shadowed spheres;
Sweet Danger
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The danger of war, with its havoc of life,
The danger of ocean, when storms are rife,
Songs with Preludes: Dominion
© Jean Ingelow
I.
Yon mooréd mackerel fleet
Hangs thick as a swarm of bees,
Or a clustering village street
Foundationless built on the seas.
September
© Hartley Coleridge
THE dark green Summer, with its massive hues,
Fades into Autumn's tincture manifold.
"Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips"
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips
Against the land. Or on where fancy drives
Songs Set To Music: 21. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Touch the lyre, touch every string;
Touch it, Orpheus; I will sing
Staying The Night At A Mountain Temple
© Li Po
The high tower is a hundred feet tall,
From here one's hand could pluck the stars.
I do not dare to speak in a loud voice,
I fear to disturb the people in heaven.
Sun Of The Sleepless!
© George Gordon Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember'd well!
Sonnet 53: In Martial Sports
© Sir Philip Sidney
In martial sports I had my cunning tried,
And yet to break more staves did me address:
While, with the people's shouts, I must confess,
Youth, luck, and praise, ev'n fill'd my veins with pride;
Storm On Lake Asquam
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw
On Carmel prophesying rain, began
To lift itself o'er wooded Cardigan,
Growing and blackening. Suddenly, a flaw
Song
© Eugene Field
Once a lovely shining star,
Seen by shepherds from afar,
Gently moved until its light
Made a manger's cradle bright.
She Powders Her Nose
© Edgar Albert Guest
A woman is queer, there's no doubt about that.
She hates to be thin and she hates to be fat;
One minute it's laughter, the next it's a cry--
You can't understand her, however you try;
But there's one thing about her which everyone knows--
A woman's not dressed till she powders her nose.
Sonnet XLV. Tennyson. 1.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
His brows were circled by a wreath of bays,
The symbol of the bard's well-earned renown
Upon his head more regal than the crown
Of kings. For he by his immortal lays
Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love
© Mirabai
Do not mention the name of love,
O my simple-minded companion.
Strange is the path
When you offer your love.
Your body is crushed at the first step.
Swiss Air
© Francis Bret Harte
I'm a gay tra, la, la,
With my fal, lal, la, la,
And my bright--
And my light--
Tra, la, le. [Repeat.]
