Poems begining by S
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Some Advice from a Mother to Her Married Son
© Judith Viorst
The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
SONNET. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
© Henry King
Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
To taste the softer comforts of the night,
And bid'st me cool the feaver of my brain,
In those sweet balmy dewes which slumber pain;
Slain
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Hollow a grave where the willows wave,
And lay him under the grasses,
Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,
And murmurs a chant as it passes.
Sail
© Mikhail Lermontov
A lonely sail is flashing white
Amdist the blue mist of the sea!…
What does it seek in foreign lands?
What did it leave behind at home?..
Sonnet XXVIII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
The edge of the green wave whitely doth hiss
Upon the wetted sand. I look, yet dream.
Sonnet LXI: The Song-Throe
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
By thine own tears thy song must tears beget,
O Singer! Magic mirror thou hast none
Strange Meetings
© Harold Monro
A FLOWER is looking through the
ground,
Blinking at the April weather ;
Now a child has seen the flower :
Now they go and play together.
Song Of The Rain VII
© Khalil Gibran
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
Sonnet XXXVII. To John Greenleaf Whittier.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
UNBIDDEN to the feast where friends have brought,
To greet thy seventy years, their wreaths of rhyme,
For that thy form erect such weight of time
Should bear, was never present to my thought,
Stanzas
© William Wordsworth
ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)
The Moon re-entering her monthly round,
No faculty yet given me to espy
The dusky Shape within her arms imbound,
That thin memento of effulgence lost
Which some have named her Predecessor's ghost. .
Sonnet LIV. Idle Hours.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
YE idle hours of summer, not in vain,
To one by Nature's beauty fed, ye pass
Though sending through the mental camera glass
No philosophic lesson to the brain,
Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis
© John Keats
Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!
I look into the chasms, and a shroud
Vapourous doth hide them, -- just so much I wist
Sonnet VI: Go From Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore
Servus -- Reginae
© Alexander Blok
Don't call. Without any summons
I'll reach the shrine.
And droop my head in even silence
To your feet fine.
Summer
© George MacDonald
Summer, sweet Summer, many-fingered Summer!
We hold thee very dear, as well we may:
Sonnet II "Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life"
© Henry Timrod
Most men know love but as a part of life;
They hide it in some corner of the breast,
Shadow and Light Source Both
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I could explain this, but it will break the
glass cover on your heart, and there's no
fixing that.
Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England
© George Gordon Byron
'Tis done -- and shivering in the gale
The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
And whistling o'er the bending mast,
Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;
And I must from this land be gone,
Because I cannot love but one.
