Poems begining by S
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Some Of Farmer Stebbin's Opinions
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style,
(Nor none ov my relations)
Sowing Seed
© Robert Laurence Binyon
As my hand dropt a seed
In the dibbled mould
And my mind hurried onward
To picture the miracle
June should unfold,
Sonnet VII. To Burke
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale,
With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise,
I saw the sainted form of FREEDOM rise:
She spake! not sadder moans the autumnal gale.
Song--Autumn
© George Meredith
When nuts behind the hazel-leaf
Are brown as the squirrel that hunts them free,
And the fields are rich with the sun-burnt sheaf,
'Mid the blue cornflower and the yellowing tree;
And the farmer glows and beams in his glee;
Stanzas For Music
© Robert Fuller Murray
I loved a little maiden
In the golden years gone by;
She lived in a mill, as they all do
(There is doubtless a reason why).
Soneto
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Ilha de Itaparica, alvas areias,
Alegres praias, frescas, deleitosas;
Ricos polvos, lagostas deliciosas,
Farta de putas, rica de baleias.
Scrub Cattle
© Norma L Davies
Their breath is warm and sweet. It holds the smell
Of wind-brown grass and little fragrant flowers:
Sonnet 14: Alas, Have I Not
© Sir Philip Sidney
Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire,
Than did on him who first stole down the fire,
While Love on me doth all his quiver spend,
Sonnet XXXII: Equal Troth
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;
For how should I be loved as I love thee?
Suffering
© Mathilde Blind
Thus in some new-found land where no man's feet
Have trod a path, bold voyagers astray,
May fall foredone by torturing thirst and heat:
But from the impotent body of defeat-
The winners spring who carve a conquering way-
Measured by milestones of their perished clay.
She Told Her Beads
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
She told her beads with down-cast eyes,
Within the ancient chapel dim;
Sonnet XV: The Birth-Bond
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Have you not noted, in some family
Where two were born of a first marriage-bed,
Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words
© Sir Philip Sidney
Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain
So dark with misty vapors, which arise
From out thy heavy mold, that inbent eyes
Can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain.
Stafford Henry Northcote
© Alfred Austin
Gentle in fibre, but of steadfast nerve
Still to do right though right won blame not praise,
Sky Seasoning
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
A piece of sky
Broke off and fell
Through the crack in the ceiling
Right into my soup,
Samuel
© Edgar Lee Masters
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel,
Fair-haired and heavy-jaw;
For he feared not the gates of hell,
Spiked 'round with heaven's law.
