Poems begining by S
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Studies By The Sea
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AH ! wherefore do the incurious say,
That this stupendous ocean wide,
Sonnet XXIX: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'd
© Samuel Daniel
Whilst by her eyes pursu'd, my poor heart flew it,
Into the sacred bosom of my dearest;
Sonnet On Affixing A Tablet To The Memory Of Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks Against The Rock Of T
© Barron Field
I have been musing what our Banks had said
And Cook, had they had second sight, that here
Song 5
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Let us live, my Lesbia, let us love,
and all the words of the old, and so moral,
Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn
© Amelia Opie
FAREWEL gay Summer! now the changing wind
That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat;
It fades the roses which thy temples bind,
And the green sandals which adorn thy feet.
Sanctuary
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Neighbour! for pity a hound cries on your steps,
With pleading eyes, with sore and weary feet.
Spring Flowers From Ireland
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
On receiving an early crocus and some violets in a letter from Ireland.
Within the letter's rustling fold
Scholar And The Carpenter
© Jean Ingelow
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,
And here and there men stood to reap,
Sonnet III
© George Santayana
Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine
That lights the pathway but one step ahead
Across a void of mystery and dread.
Bid, then, the tender light of faith to shine
By which alone the mortal heart is led
Unto the thinking of the thought divine.
Sonnet XL: But Love
© Samuel Daniel
But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again,
Now whilst thy May hath fill'd thy lap with flowers;
Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
Shooting
© Henry James Pye
The Monarch hears, and with reluctant eyes
Gives the consent his boding heart denies;
His brow a placid guise dissembling wears,
While Reason vainly combats stronger fears.
Sonnet
© Robert Southey
With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone
Life's upward road I journeyed many a day,
Song
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O FLY not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
For my heart no measure
Knows, nor other treasure
To buy a garland for my love to-day.
Soul
© Boris Pasternak
My mournful soul, you, sorrowing
For all my friends around,
You have become the burial vault
Of all those hounded down.
Stray Birds 61 - 70
© Rabindranath Tagore
61
TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam
when poured into that of others.
Sand Martins
© Jean Ingelow
I passed an inland-cliff precipitate;
From tiny caves peeped many a soot-black poll;
In each a mother-martin sat elate,
And of the news delivered her small soul.
St. Matthias' Day
© John Keble
Who is God's chosen priest?
He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,
Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased,
From Jordan banks to Bethphage height:
So Long, Chinook!
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Chinook, you're free: there's plenty pasture there:
Your gallant years have earned you more ... and
yet ..
Go on and graze! Don't stand like that and stare!
Now quit your nosing! No, I'll not forget.
Sticky Fingers
© Edgar Albert Guest
Wife says that I should be ashamed
To wear such garments as I do,
