Poems begining by S
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Sonnet For Christmas
© Judith Wright
I saw our golden years on a black gale,
our time of love spilt in the furious dust.
"O we are winter-caught, and we must fail,"
said the dark dream, "and time is overcast."
Secrets
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LIFE has dark secrets; and the hearts are few
That treasure not some sorrow from the world-
Sonnet XXXIX. To Night. From The Same.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
I LOVE thee, mournful, sober-suited Night!
When the faint moon, yet lingering in her wane,
And veil'd in clouds, with pale uncertain light
Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main.
Song. Love, Like Cordial Wine
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Love, like cordial wine,
Pouring his soul in mine,
Bids me to sing;
Youth's bright glory snatch,
And Time's paces match
With fearless wing.
Sonnet to Mathew Wood, Esq., Alderman and M. P.
© Charles Lamb
Hold on thy course uncheck'd, heroic Wood!
Regardless what the player's son may prate,
Song. -- Fierce Roars The Midnight Storm
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fierce roars the midnight storm
O'er the wild mountain,
Dark clouds the night deform,
Swift rolls the fountain--
Sir Walter Scott
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
DEAD!it was like a thunderbolt
To hear that he was dead;
Though for long weeks the words of fear
Came from his dying bed;
Yet hope denied, and would deny
We did not think that he could die.
Sonnet XXX. Life And Death. 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
OR endless sleep 't will be, and that is rest,
Freedom forever from life's weary cares
Or else a life beyond the climbing stairs
And dizzy pinnacles of thought expressed
Sonnet V: I Lift My Heavy Heart Up
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
Song Composed For Washington's Birthday
© Henry Timrod
A hundred years and more ago
A little child was born -
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
We hail his natal morn.
Sonnet 104: Envious wits
© Sir Philip Sidney
Envious wits, what hath been mine offense,
That with such poisonous care my looks you mark,
That to each word, nay sigh of mine you hark,
As grudging me my sorrow's eloquence?
Song of the Glee-Maiden
© Sir Walter Scott
Yes, thou mayst sigh,
And look once more at all around,
At stream and bank, and sky and ground.
Thy life its final course has found,
And thou must die.
Sonnet
© Charles Kingsley
Oh, thou hadst been a wife for Shakspeare's self!
No head, save some world-genius, ought to rest
Sing Me A Rainbow
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Josie it´s been a long hard day
Down the road to where it´s at
I must have lost my way
When I got there they said I was too late
Sonnet
© Sir Henry Parkes
When you arrive at Sydney, sailing up
The harbour, a small central isle you'll see;
Star-Gazers
© William Wordsworth
WHAT crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;
A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:
Long is it as a barber's pole, or mast of little boat,
Some little pleasure-skiff, that doth on Thames's waters float.
Song (Untitled #3)
© George Meredith
Fair and false! No dawn will greet
Thy waking beauty as of old;
