Poems begining by S
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Saul And David
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``An evil spirit lieth on our King!''
So went the wailful tale up Israel,
From Gilgal unto Gibeah; town and camp
Caught the sad fame that spread like pestilence,
Sweet William's Farewell to Black-ey'd Susan: A Ballad
© John Gay
I.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
Sunrise
© Victor Marie Hugo
Foul times there are when nations spiritless
Throw honour away
For tinsel glory, to base happiness
A mournful prey.
Scorn Not The Least
© Robert Southwell
WHERE wards are weak and foes encount'ring strong,
Where mightier do assault than do defend,
The feebler part puts up enforc'd wrong,
And silent sees that speech could not amend.
Yet higher powers must think, though they repine,
When sun is set, the little stars will shine.
Sonnet IX.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I NEEDS must praise the natural gifts of one
Who praises not himself, nor seeks for praise;
Too unambitious for these emulous days,
When each small talent seeks the public sun,
Secret Flowers
© Katherine Mansfield
Is love a light for me? A steady light,
A lamp within whose pallid pool I dream
Sonnet XLVII: Read In My Face
© Samuel Daniel
Read in my face a volume of despairs,
The wailing Iliads of my tragic woe,
Supper at the Mill
© Jean Ingelow
Frances.
Well, good mother, how are you?
M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:
I think 'tis mostly warm on market-days.
I met with George behind the mill: said he,
"Mother, go in and rest a while."
Sonnet: Victorieusement fui le suicide
© Stéphane Mallarme
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold, tempest!
O laughter if only to royally invest
My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
Songs Set To Music: 12. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Since my words, though ne'er so tender,
With sincerest truth express'd,
Cannot make your heart surrender,
Nor so much as warm your breast;
Seeing Off A Friend
© Li Po
Green hills above the northern wall,
White water winding east of the city.
On this spot our single act of parting,
The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li.
Sea Pictures
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I.
Morning
THE morning sun has pierced the mist,
And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.
Sonnet XIII. The Locomotive.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Whirling along its living freight, it came,
Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command-
The roaring monster, blazing through the land
Athwart the night, with crest of smoke and flame;
Silentium
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
She has not yet been born:
she is music and word,
and therefore the untorn,
fabric of what is stirred.
Song Of The Wheelman
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Down the smooth pavements, and out toward the heather-
Ho! fellows, ho! I am coming you see!
