Poems begining by S
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Solid Earth
© William Rose Benet
Scurvy doctrine, that the world is a bubble
It is much more solid than that!
Song Of The Night At Daybreak
© Alice Meynell
All my stars forsake me,
And the dawn-winds shake me.
Where shall I betake me?
Song Of A Tribe Of The Ancient Egyptians
© Rupert Brooke
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
She was lustful and lewd?but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
Sonnet XV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling
From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving,
Scotch Drink
© Robert Burns
Let other poets raise a fracas
Bout vines, and wines, an drucken Bacchus,
An crabbit names an stories wrack us,
An grate our lug:
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us,
In glass or Jug.
Sleep
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
HERE is a house, so great, so wide
It will take in the whole world's pride.
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Power. Book III.
© Matthew Prior
Come then, my soul: I call thee by that name,
Thou busy thing, from whence I know I am;
For, knowing that I am, I know thou art,
Since that must needs exist which can impart:
But how thou camest to be, or whence thy spring,
For various of thee priests and poets sing.
Sonnet XVII
© Caroline Norton
Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept,--
Young mother! gentle daughter! cherish'd wife!
Deep in her memory France hath fondly kept
The records of thy unassuming life:
Sonnet LXIII: Inclusiveness
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The changing guests, each in a different mood,
Sit at the roadside table and arise:
Song Against Children
© Aline Murray Kilmer
THE barberry bright, the barberry bright!
It stood on the mantelpiece because of the height.
Its stems were slender and thorny and tall
And it looked most beautiful against the grey wall.
But Michael climbed up there in spite of the height
And he ate all the berries off the barberry bright.
Song. Translated From The Italian
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oh! what is the gain of restless care,
And what is ambitious treasure?
And what are the joys that the modish share,
In their sickly haunts of pleasure?
Soldier, Wake
© Sir Walter Scott
Soldier, wake - the day is peeping,
Honour ne'er was won in sleeping,
Song XIX. - When bright Ophelia treads the green
© William Shenstone
When bright Ophelia treads the green,
In all the pride of dress and mien;
Averse to freedom, mirth and play,
The lofty rival of the day;
Methinks, to my enchanted eye,
The lilies droop, the roses die.
St. Jean B'ptiste
© Susie Frances Harrison
I
'TIS the day of the blessed St. Jean B'ptiste,
And the streets are full of the folk awaiting
The favourite French-Canadian feast.
Snow
© Madison Julius Cawein
The moon, like a round device
On a shadowy shield of war,
Hangs white in a heaven of ice
With a solitary star.
Sonnet 2: Not At First Sight
© Sir Philip Sidney
Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot
Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed;
But known worth did in mine of time proceed,
Till by degrees it had full conquest got:
Song (Untitled #8)
© George Meredith
No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.
