Poems begining by S
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Sonnets of the Empire: Australia to England
© Archibald Thomas Strong
By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done,
By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need,
Sonnet on Reading Burns' Mountain Daisy
© Helen Maria Williams
While soon the "garden's flaunting flowers" decay,
And, scatter'd on the earth, neglected lie,
Song VI
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Our almighty Lord, eternal, unfathomed,
To Thee Cherubin proclaim "Holy, holy, holy!"
To Thee too, Seraph, true love's pure brand;
A fiery firmament tho marks Thy glory's stead.
Song of the Saints and Angels
© George MacDonald
Gordon, the self-refusing,
Gordon, the lover of God,
Gordon, the good part choosing,
Welcome along the road!
Satana.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SHE draws all men to serve her, and her lure
Is her pulsating human loveliness
The beauty of her bosom's rippling lines,
The passion pleading in her eyes, the pure
Sonnet VII: Supreme Surrender
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
To all the spirits of Love that wander by
Along his love-sown harvest-field of sleep
Son, Thou Must Love Me
© Paul Verlaine
"Son, thou must love me! See" my Saviour said,
"My heart that glows and bleeds, my wounded side,
My hurt feet that the Magdalene, wet-eyed,
Clasps kneeling, and my tortured arms outspread
SONNET. Tell me you stars that our affections move
© Henry King
Tell me you stars that our affections move,
Why made ye me that cruell one to love?
Why burnes my heart her scorned sacrifice,
Whose breast is hard as Chrystall, cold as Ice?
Sonnet V. The South Seas
© Rupert Brooke
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds's Cat
© John Keats
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy'd? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Summer Shower
© Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
Song XVIII. - Imitated from the French
© William Shenstone
Yes, these are the scenes where with Iris I stray'd,
But short was her sway for so lovely a maid!
In the bloom of her youth to a cloister she run,
In the bloom of her graces too fair for a nun!
Ill-grounded, no doubt, a devotion must prove,
So fatal to beauty, so killing to love!
Sonnet XX: To Mr. Lawrence
© John Milton
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
Sea Holly
© Conrad Aiken
Begotten by the meeting of rock with rock,
The mating of rock and rock, rocks gnashing together;
Sundered Paths
© Mathilde Blind
TWO travellers, worn with sun and rain
And gropings o'er dim paths unknown,
Meet where long separate ways have grown
To one, and then diverge again.
Scenes In London III - The Savoyard In Grosvenor Square
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
HE stands within the silent square,
That square of state, of gloom;
A heavy weight is on the air,
Which hangs as o'er a tomb.
SweetsafeHouses
© Emily Dickinson
SweetsafeHouses
GladgayHouses
Sealed so stately tight
Lids of Steelon Lids of Marble
Locking Bare feet out
Spring On The River
© Archibald Lampman
O sun, shine hot on the river;
For the ice is turning an ashen hue,
Sonnet -- The Mariner
© Mary Darby Robinson
THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye
Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep;
When the keen blast descending from the sky,
Snatch'd his warm tear-drop from the rav'nous deep.
