Poems begining by S
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Sir Middel
© George Borrow
So tightly was Swanelil lacing her vest,
That forth spouted milk, from each lily-white breast;
Sonnet To The Curlew
© Helen Maria Williams
SOOTH'D by the murmurs on the sea-beat shore,
His dun-grey plumage floating to the gale,
Song Of The Final Meeting
© Anna Akhmatova
My breast grew helplessly cold,
But my steps were light.
I pulled the glove from my left hand
Mistakenly onto my right.
Sonnet XXXII: Like as the Spotless Ermelin
© Samuel Daniel
To M. P.
Like as the spotless Ermelin distress'd,
Stella's Birthday, March 13, 1726
© Jonathan Swift
This day, whate'er the Fates decree,
Shall still be kept with joy by me;
Salutation The Third
© Ezra Pound
Come, let us on with the new deal,
Let us be done with pandars and jobbery,
Let us spit upon those who pat the big-bellies for profit,
Let us go out in the air a bit.
Sonnet
© Samuel Daniel
And yet I cannot reprehend the flight
Or blame th' attempt presuming so to soar;
Sonnet III. O Thou, whose stern command and precepts pure...
© William Lisle Bowles
O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure
(Tho' agony in every vein should start,
Sculptor
© Sylvia Plath
To his house the bodiless
Come to barter endlessly
Vision, wisdom, for bodies
Palpable as his, and weighty.
Song V
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:
Oh happy they who look on them.
Stanzas to Cynthio
© Amelia Opie
As o'er the sands the youthful Cynthio strayed,
Moist from the wave he saw a pebble shine,
While, with its borrowed lustre charmed, he said
"Henceforth this sparkling treasure shall be mine."
Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me
© Sir Philip Sidney
When my good angel guides me to the place,
Where all my good I do in Stella see,
That heav'n of joys throws only down on me
Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace:
Sea Calm
© Langston Hughes
How still,
How strangely still
The water is today,
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.
Sweet Fern
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The subtle power in perfume found
Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;
On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound
No censer idly burned.
Sonnet L.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
FAREWELL, ye lawns!--by fond remembrance blest,
As witnesses of gay unclouded hours;
Where, to maternal friendships' bosom prest,
Saturday Night Song At Sea
© Frances Anne Kemble
Come fill the can again, boys,
One parting glass, one parting glass;
Sonnett - XII
© James Russell Lowell
SUB PONDERE CRESCIT
The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day;
Senex To His Friend
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YOUR hair is scant, my friend, and mine is scanter,
On heads snowed white by Time, the disenchanter;
In place of joyous beams and jovial twinkles,
Behold, old boy, our faces scored with wrinkles!
