Poems begining by S

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Summer Schemes

© Thomas Hardy

When friendly summer calls again,

Calls again

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Song From The Spanish Of Iglesias

© William Cullen Bryant

Alexis calls me cruel;
  The rifted crags that hold
The gathered ice of winter,
  He says, are not more cold.

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Shaoshan Revisited

© Mao Zedong

Like a dim dream recalled, I curse the long-fled past -

My native soil two and thirty years gone by.

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Spring

© Samuel Johnson

Stern Winter now, by Spring repress'd
Forbears the long-continued strife;
And Nature, on her naked breast,
Delights to catch the gales of life.

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Summer Storm

© James Russell Lowell

But up the west, like a rock-shivered surge,
  Climbs a great cloud edged with sun-whitened spray;
Huge whirls of foam boil toppling o'er its verge, 
  And falling still it seems, and yet it climbs alway.

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"So again we triumph!"

© Anna Akhmatova

So again we triumph!
Again we do not come!
Our speeches silent,
Our words, dumb.

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Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - The Proem

© Francis Thompson

Shrewd winds and shrill--were these the speech of May?

A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,

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Small Things and Great

© Piet Hein

He that lets
the small things bind him
leaves the great
undone behind him.

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Song

© James Whitcomb Riley

"Why do I sing--Tra-la-la-la-la!
  Glad as a King?--Tra-la-la-la-la!
  Well, since you ask,--
  I have such a pleasant task,
  I can not help but sing!

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Sunday Dip

© John Clare

The morning road is thronged with merry boys

Who seek the water for their Sunday joys;

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Sweet Is The Solace Of Thy Love

© Anna Laetitia Waring

Sweet is the solace of Thy love,
My Heavenly Friend, to me,
While through the hidden way of faith
I journey home with Thee,
Learning by quiet thankfulness
As a dear child to be.

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Studies at Delhi, 1876

© Alfred Comyn Lyall


  Here as I sit by the Jumna bank,
  Watching the flow of the sacred stream,
  Pass me the legions, rank on rank,
  And the cannon roar, and the bayonets gleam.

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Strip-tease

© Lawrence Durrell

Soft toys that make to seem girls

In cool whitewash with two coral

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Starlight At Sea

© Katharine Lee Bates

OVER the murmurous choral of dim waves

The constellations glow against the soft

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Sir Raymond of the Castle

© Mary Darby Robinson


NEAR GLARIS, on a mountain's side,
 Beneath a shad'wy wood,
With walls of ivy compass'd round,
 An ancient Castle stood.

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Still-life

© Elizabeth Daryush

She comes over the lawn, the young heiress,
From her early walk in her garden-wood,
Feeling that life's a table set to bless
Her delicate desires with all that's good.

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Sonnet LXXIII. To A Querulous Acquaintance

© Charlotte Turner Smith

THOU! whom Prosperity has always led
O'er level paths, with moss and flow'rets strewn;
For whom she still prepares a downy bed
With roses scatter'd, and to thorns unknown,

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Stray Birds 91 - 99

© Rabindranath Tagore

91
THE great earth makes herself hospitable
with the help of the grass. 
92

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Sonnet 36: The Children of the Night

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

The sonnet is a crown, whereof the rhymes
Are for Thought’s purest gold the jewel-stones;  
But shapes and echoes that are never done
Will haunt the workshop, as regret sometimes
Will bring with human yearning to sad thrones
The crash of battles that are never won.

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Sea-Born

© Virna Sheard

Afar in the turbulent city,
  In a hive where men make gold,
He stood at his loom from dawn to dark,
  While the passing years were told.