Poems begining by S
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Song. To A Russian Air
© Amelia Opie
WAS it for this I dearly loved thee?....
But since at length I know thy heart,
And learn no real passion moved thee,
Go, Henry, go; this hour we part.
Small Griefs And Great
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HOW oft by trivial griefs our spirits tossed
Drift vague and restless round this changeful world!
Yet when great sorrows on our lives are hurled,
And fate on us has wreaked his uttermost,
Surrender
© Emily Dickinson
Doubt me, my dim companion!
Why, God would be content
With but a fraction of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second
© Francis Thompson
'Tis a vision:
Yet the greeneries Elysian
He has known in tracts afar;
Thus the enamouring fountains flow,
Those the very palms that grow,
By rare-gummed Sava, or Herbalimar. -
Sonnet 139: "O! call not me to justify the wrong..."
© William Shakespeare
O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Sonnet XVII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
My love, and not I, is the egoist.
My love for thee loves itself more than thee;
Sonnet II
© Caroline Norton
RAPHAEL.
BLESS'D wert thou, whom Death, and not Decay,
Bore from the world on swift and shadowy wings,
Ere age or weakness dimm'd one brilliant ray
Song Of Late September
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
IN this irised net I keep
All the moth-winged winds of sleep,
Songs Set To Music: 7. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Phillis, this pious talk give o'er,
And modesty pretend no more,
It is too plain an art:
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me so dull
As not to know your heart.
Saarijarven Paavo
© Johan Ludvig Runeberg
Paavo took the good-wife´s hand and spake thus:
"Nay, the Lord but trieth, not forsaketh,
Mix thou in the bread a half of bark now,
I shall dig out twice as many ditches,
And await then from the Lord the increase.
Sonnet V.
© John Milton
Per certo i bei vostr'occhi Donna mia
Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole
Si mi percuoton forte, come ci suole
Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia,
Sonnet cabalistique
© Charles Cros
Dans notre vie âcre et fiévreuse
Ta splendeur étrange apparaît,
Phare altier sur la côte affreuse;
Et te voir est joie et regret.
Songs Set To Music: 3. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Strephonetta, why d'ye fly me,
With such rigour in your eyes:
Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me,
Since your charms I so much prize.
Sonnet XXXIV: With the Same Heart
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name-
St. John Baptist's Day
© John Keble
Twice in her season of decay
The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
Sonnet XV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WHERE the green leaves exclude the summer beam,
And softly bend as balmy breezes blow,
And where, with liquid lapse, the lucid stream
Across the fretted rock is heard to flow,
Sonnet XXXII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When I have sense of what to sense appears,
Sense is sense ere 'tis mine or mine in me is.
