Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XXXVI: Raising My Hopes
© Samuel Daniel
Raising my hopes on hills of high desire,
Thinking to scale the heaven of her heart,
Stars
© Emily Jane Brontë
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky ?
Sunset On The Bearcamp
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A gold fringe on the purpling hem
Of hills the river runs,
As down its long, green valley falls
The last of summer's suns.
Song From The Princess
© Robert Fuller Murray
As through the street at eve we went
(It might be half-past ten),
We fell out, my friend and I,
About the cube of x+y,
Stanzas
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
STRANGE! that one lightly whispered tone
Is far, far sweeter unto me,
Than all the sounds that kiss the earth,
Or breathe along the sea;
But, lady, when thy voice I greet,
Not heavenly music seems so sweet.
Sonnet LXXXVII: Death's Songsters
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
When first that horse, within whose populous womb
The birth was death, o'ershadowed Troy with fate,
Sonnet 60: :Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore..."
© William Shakespeare
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Sonnet X
© Caroline Norton
TO TAGLIONI.
SPIRIT of Grace, whose airy footsteps fall
So lightly! sure the looker-on must be
Most dull of fancy who doth not recall
Self
© Madison Julius Cawein
A Sufi debauchee of dreams
Spake this:--From Sodomite to Peri
Earth tablets us; we live and are
Man's own long commentary.
Stanzas Written In Passing The Ambracian Gulf
© George Gordon Byron
Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen,
Full beams the moon on Actium's coast:
And on these waves for Egypt's queen,
The ancient world was won and lost.
Stonehenge
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Gaunt on the cloudy plain
Stand the great Stones,
Dwarfed in the vast reach
Of a sky that owns
Sonnet XIX. To A Friend, Who Asked How I Felt When The Nurse First Presented My Infant To Me
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first
I scanned that face of feeble infancy;
For dimly on my thoughtful spirit burst
All I had been, and all my babe might be!
Shemselnihar
© George Meredith
O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave
Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet.
How I shuddered-I knew not that I was a slave,
Till I looked on thy face:- then I writhed in the net.
Then I felt like a thing caught by fire, that her star
Glowed dark on the bosom of Shemselnihar.
Sonnet III. Canzone. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
They mock my toil--the nymphs and am'rous swains--
And whence this fond attempt to write, they cry,
Sonnet VII
© George Santayana
I would I might forget that I am I,
And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
Song. "Yet once again, but once, before we sever"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Yet once again, but once, before we sever,
Fill we one brimming cup,it is the last!
St. Anthony The Reformer
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
No fear lest praise should make us proud!
We know how cheaply that is won;
The idle homage of the crowd
Is proof of tasks as idly done.
Sylvan Musings.In May.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
COUCHED in cool shadow, girt by billowy swells,
Of foliage, rippling into buds and flowers,
Here I repose o'erfanned by breezy bowers,--
Lulled by a delicate stream whose music wells
