Poems begining by S
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Sweet
© George Herbert
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky--
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
Shakuntala Act II
© Kalidasa
ACT II
SCENE A PLAIN, with royal pavilions on the skirt of the forest.
Solivitur Acris Hiemps
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
My Juggins, see: the pasture green,
Obeying Nature's kindly law,
Summer Streams
© Bliss William Carman
ALL day long beneath the sun
Shining through the fields they run,
Singing in a cadence known
To the seraphs round the throne.
Sleep
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound
Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;
Sunset
© Henry Kendall
I had studied the lore in her maiden-like ways,
And the large-hearted love of my Annie was won,
Ere Summer had passed into passionate days,
Or Autumn made ready her fruits for the Sun.
Sonnet 91: Stella While Now
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, while now by honor's cruel might,
I am from you, light of my life, mis-led,
And that fair you, my Sun, thus overspread
With absence' veil, I live in sorrow's night;
Sleep
© Arthur Symons
What is good for fever, except sleep?
What is good for love, but to forget?
Bury love deep,
Deeper than sound sleep,
And let
Fever drowse a little, and the heart forget.
Sonnet XX: What It Is to Breathe
© Samuel Daniel
What it is to breathe and live without life;
How to be pale with anguish, red with fear;
Strike Stone On Steel
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Strike stone on steel,
Fire replies.
Strike men that feel,
The answer is in their eyes.
Sonnet X.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FORGIVE that thus the trumpet I have blown
You never sounded never cared to hear.
The world, I know, can give no smile or tear
To those whose story it has never known.
Song
© Sir Charles Sedley
Ah, Chloris, that I now could sit
As unconcerned as when
Your infant beauty could beget
No pleasure, nor no pain.
Something Childish, But Very Natural. Written In Germany
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
She Mothered Five
© Edgar Albert Guest
She mothered five!
Night after night she watched a little bed,
Sonnet VI.
© John Milton
Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante
Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
Madonna a voi del mio cuor l'humil dono
Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante
Sonnet 58: Doubt There Hath Been
© Sir Philip Sidney
Doubt there hath been, when with his golden chain
The Orator so far men's hearts doth bind,
That no place else their guided steps can find,
But as he them more short or slack doth rein,
Sonnet XIX. The Ladys Sonnet. Twilight.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I KNOW not why I chose to seem so cold
At parting from you; for since you are gone
I see you still I hear each word, each tone;
And what I hid from you I wish were told.
Survival Of The Fittest
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
"NAUGHT but the fittest lives," I hear
Ring on the northern breeze of thought:
"To Nature's heart the strong are dear,
The weak must pass unloved, unsought."
