Poems begining by S
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Sonnet To The Calbassia-Tree
© Helen Maria Williams
SUBLIME Calbassia! luxuriant tree,
How soft the gloom thy bright-hued foliage throws!
Sonnett - III
© James Russell Lowell
I would not have this perfect love of ours
Grow from a single root, a single stem,
Sonnet
© Mary Darby Robinson
In early youth, blithe Spring's exulting day,
Each hour put forth new raptures to my view;
Each sunny morn on downy pinions flew,
And swift the jocund minutes danc'd away!
Since Ive Been In Jail
© Nazim Hikmet
Since I've been in jail
the world has turned around the sun ten times
Sonnet 98: Ah Bed, The field Where Joy's Peace
© Sir Philip Sidney
Ah bed, the field where joy's peace some do see,
The field where all my thought to war be train'd,
How is thy grace by my strange fortune stain'd!
How thy lee shores by my sighs stormed be!
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe'
© John Keats
This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines do freshly interlace,
To keep the reader in so sweet a place,
So that he here and there full hearted stops;
Sonnet
© Pontus de Tyard
Père du doux repos, Sommeil, père du songe,
Maintenant que la nuit, d'une grande ombre obscure,
Faict à cet air serein humide couverture,
Viens, Sommeil désiré, et dans mes yeux te plonge.
Sleep - (from Valentinian)
© Beaumont and Fletcher
Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to death; sweetly thyself dispose
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza XV
© Gertrude Stein
Should they may be they might if they delight
In why they must see it be there not only necessarily
Songs of the Summer Days
© George MacDonald
A glory on the chamber wall!
A glory in the brain!
Triumphant floods of glory fall
On heath, and wold, and plain.
Sonnet XIII
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LAY in dusky solitude reclined,
The shadow of sleep just hovering o'er mine eyes,
When from the cloudland in the western skies
Rose the strange breathings of a tremulous wind.
Stand Up and Bless the Lord
© James Montgomery
Stand up and bless the Lord
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up and bless the Lord your God
With heart and soul and voice.
Sacred Gipsy Carol - Prologue
© John Kenyon
FIRST GIPSY. But still at the end of the vital line
A secret untold remains to divine.
Give again, sweet Babe! thy palm to spell,
And a charming secret we can tell.
But, first, the tester we must hold;
Without it, nothing can be told.
Sonnet XI "Which Are the Clouds, and Which the Mountains? See"
© Henry Timrod
Which are the clouds, and which the mountains? See,
They mix and melt together! Yon blue hill
Someone Ate The Baby
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Someone ate the baby it's rather sad to say
Someone ate the baby so she won't be out to play
We'll never hear her whiney cry or have to feel if she is dry
We'll never hear her asking why why why someone ate the baby
Satire I
© John Donne
Away thou fondling motley humorist,
Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,
Solitude
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The stag that lifted up his kingly head
Upon the silent mountains, and from far
Beneath him heard the confident harsh cry
Of men invading his old solitudes,
Sonnet XVI
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
We never joy enjoy to that full point
Regret doth wish joy had enjoyèd been,
Song of the Innocents
© George MacDonald
Merry, merry we well may be,
For Jesus Christ is come down to see:
