Poems begining by S
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Stonewall Jackson
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE fashions and the forms of men decay,
The seasons perish, the calm sunsets die,
Ne'er with the same bright pomp of cloud or ray
To flush the golden pathways of the sky;
Sabbath Sonnet
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
How many blessed groups this hour are bending,
Through England's primrose meadow-paths, their way
Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending,
Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day!
Song
© Charles Harpur
THE world's heart is kindless and grey and unholy,
As the head of the wandering Jew,
Sonnet 4
© Richard Barnfield
Two stars there are in one faire firmament
(Of some intitled Ganymedes sweet face),
Sonnet VI
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
As a bad orator, badly o'er-book-skilled,
Doth overflow his purpose with made heat,
Song - Say, Lovely Dream
© Edmund Waller
Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find
Shadows to counterfeit that face?
Colors of this glorious kind
Come not from any mortal place.
Songs From Prince Lucifer I - Grave-Diggers Song
© Alfred Austin
THE CRAB, the bullace, and the sloe,
They burgeon in the Spring;
Sonnet 67: Hope, Art Thou True
© Sir Philip Sidney
Hope, art thou true, or dost thou flatter me?
Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye
The ruins of her conquest to espy:
Will she take time, before all wracked be?
Sonnet LXXXI.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
HE may be envied, who with tranquil breast
Can wander in the wild and woodland scene,
When summer's glowing hands have newly dress'd
The shadowy forests, and the copses green;
Sonnet III
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When I do think my meanest line shall be
More in Time's use than my creating whole,
Shakespeares Grave
© Robinson Jeffers
Doggerel," he thought, "will do for church-wardens,
Poetry's precious enough not to be wasted,"
Senecae Ex Cleanthe
© Richard Lovelace
Duc me, Parens celsique Dominator poli,
Quocunque placuit, nulla parendi mora est;
Adsum impiger; fac nolle, comitabor gemens,
Malusque patiar facere, quod licuit bono.
Ducunt volentem Fata, nolentem trahunt.
Song Of The Naiads
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
GAY is our crystal floor,
Beneath the wave,
With strange gems flaming o'er
The Genii gave;
Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Three things there be that prosper up apace
And flourish, whilst they grow asunder far,
Sleeping And Waking
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
I Had a dream-I lay upon thy breast,
In that sweet place where we lay long ago:
I thought the morning woodbine to and fro
With playful shadows whipped away my rest,
And in my sleep I cried to thee, too blest,
Sonnet XLIII: Love and Hope
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Bless love and hope. Full many a withered year
Whirled past us, eddying to its chill doomsday;
Spring's Bedfellow
© William Morris
His open eyes beheld her nought,
Yet gan his lips to move;
But life and deeds were in her thought,
And he would sing of love.
St. Michael And All Angels
© John Keble
Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness
In glorious order roll,
St. Mark's Day
© John Keble
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.
Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee
Cannot be stay'd within my panting breast,
But they do swell and struggle forth of me,
Till that in words thy figure be express'd.
