Poems begining by S
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Sweet Valley, Say
© James Thomson
Sweet valley, say, where, pensive lying,
For me, our children, England, sighing,
Serenade from The Spanish Student
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
STARS of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Sestet
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Wouldst thou know the knightly clash of steel on steel?
Or list the throstle singing loud and clear?
Or walk at twilight by some haunted mere
In Surrey; or in throbbing London feel
Life's pulse at highest-hark, the minster's peal! . . .
Turn but the page, that various world is here!
Sonnet 11: In Truth, Oh Love
© Sir Philip Sidney
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind
Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways:
That when the heav'n to thee his best displays,
Yet of that best thou leav'st the best behind.
Shelley's Vision
© Herman Melville
Wandering late by morning seas
When my heart with pain was low--
Hate the censor pelted me--
Deject I saw my shadow go.
Sonnet II. To ******
© John Keats
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprize:
Soul's Birth
© Sara Teasdale
When you were born, beloved, was your soul
New made by God to match your body's flower,
Sonnet XLII: When Winter Snows
© Samuel Daniel
When Winter snows upon thy golden hairs,
And frost of age hath nipt thy flowers near,
Sonet
© Mark Alexander Boyd
FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,
Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;
Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,
Or til a reed ourblawin with the win.
Sonata
© Pablo Neruda
Nights with bright spindles,
divided, material, nothing
but voice, nothing but
naked every day.
Stepping Westward
© William Wordsworth
"What, you are stepping westward?""Yea."
'T would be a wildish destiny,
Slaves of Thy Shining Eyes
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
SLAVES of thy shining eyes are even those
That diadems of might and empire bear;
Drunk with the wine that from thy red lip flows,
Are they that e'en the grape's delight forswear.
Sonnet. Why Did I Laugh Tonight?
© John Keats
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell
No God, no Demon of severe response,
Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell
Then to my human heart I turn at once:
Sweethearts Wait on Every Shore
© Henry Lawson
SHE SITS beside the tinted tide,
Thats reddened by the tortured sand;
And through the East, to ocean wide,
A vessel sails from sight of land.
Sonnet XXXII. To Melancholy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on the banks of the Arun, Oct. 1785.
WHEN latest Autumn spreads her evening veil,
And the grey mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs,
Sonnet : To Eva
© Sylvia Plath
All right, let's say you could take a skull and break it
The way you'd crack a clock; you'd crush the bone
Between steel palms of inclination, take it,
Observing the wreck of metal and rare stone.
