Poems begining by S
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Safi
© Henry Kendall
Was it light, was it shadow he followed,
That he swept through those desperate tracts,
With his hair beating back on his shoulders
Like the tops of the wind-hackled flax?
Songs with Preludes: Lamentation
© Jean Ingelow
I read upon that book,
Which down the golden gulf doth let us look
Sonnet 19: On Cupid's Bow
© Sir Philip Sidney
On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent,
That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same?
When most I glory, then I feel most shame:
I willing run, yet while I run, repent.
Sweet Echo Dell
© Henry Clay Work
"Three there were that left my cot;
Two are here, and one is not;
Why does Willie linger? Say, can you tell?"
Si una espina me hiere...
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
¡Si una espina me hiere, me aparto de la espina,
…pero no la aborrezco! Cuando la mezquindad
envidiosa en mi clava los dardos de su inquina,
esquívase en silencio mi planta, y se encamina hacia más puro
ambiente de amor y caridad.
Sonnet Composed On A March Morning In The Woods
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE winds are loud and trumpet-clear to-day;
They seem to sound in onset, half in ire,
Half in the wildness of a vague desire
To force spring's fairy vanguard to delay;
Sonnet 44: My Words, I Know Do Well
© Sir Philip Sidney
My words I know do well set forth my mind,
My mind bemoans his sense of inward smart;
Such smart may pity claim of any heart,
Her heart, sweet heart, is of no tiger's kind:
Song: My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free
© Thomas Parnell
My days have been so wondrous free,
The little birds that fly
With careless ease from tree to tree,
Were but as bless'd as I.
Sonnett - VI
© James Russell Lowell
Great Truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of Eternity;
Spring MCMXL
© David Gascoyne
London Bridge is falling down, Rome's burnt and Babylon
The Great is now but dust; yet still Spring must
Song. Hope
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
And said I that all hope was fled,
That sorrow and despair were mine,
That each enthusiast wish was dead,
Had sank beneath pale Miserys shrine.--
Satyr V. Verse
© Thomas Parnell
Thou soft Engager of my tender years
Divertive verse now come & ease my cares
Sacred to the Memory of Unknown
© Henry Lawson
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still,
While the sun goes down in glory
Spheral Change
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
IN this new shade of Death, the show
Passes me still of form and face;
Sonnet V: Whilst Youth and Error
© Samuel Daniel
Whilst youth and error led my wand'ring mind
And set my thoughts in heedless ways to range,
Song I
© James Russell Lowell
Violet! dear violet!
Thy blue eyes are only wet
With joy and love of Him who sent thee,
And for the fulfilling sense
Of that glad obedience
Which made thee all that Nature meant thee!
Song of the Jailer
© Jacques Prevert
Where are you going handsome jailer
With that key that's touched with blood
Sonnet LXXXI: Memorial Thresholds
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What place so strange,though unrevealèd snow
With unimaginable fires arise
Sonnet LXII: The Soul's Sphere
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Some prisoned moon in steep cloud-fastnesses,
Throned queen and thralled; some dying sun whose pyre
