Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XC: Retro Me, Sathana!
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled,
Stooping against the wind, a charioteer
Sonnet VI
© Robert Louis Stevenson
As in the hostel by the bridge I sate,
Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete,
Sonnet XVI. To Earl Stanhope
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name
I mock thy worth -- Friend of the human race
Since scorning Faction's low and partial aim,
Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace,
Sonnet X: O Then I Love
© Samuel Daniel
O then I love and draw this weary breath,
For her the cruel Fair, within whose brow
Sappho
© Charles Kingsley
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;
Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.
Sunny Days In Winter
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Summer is a glorious season
Warm, and bright, and pleasant;
Sonnet LXXXII: Hoarded Joy
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I said: Nay, pluck not,let the first fruit be:
Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,
Sunday After Ascension
© John Keble
The Earth that in her genial breast
Makes for the down a kindly nest,
Where wafted by the warm south-west
It floats at pleasure,
Yields, thankful, of her very best,
To nurse her treasure:
Sonnet LVI. Music And Poetry. 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
YET words though weak are all that poets own
Wherewith their muse translates that kindred muse
Of Harmony, whose subtle forms and hues
Float in the unlanguaged poesy of Tone.
Sweet Florida
© Annie McCarer Darlington
Beautiful Florida! land of the flowers,
Home of the mocking bird, saucy and bold,
Sweet are the roses that perfume thy bowers,
And brilliant thy sunshine like burnished gold.
Shards
© Aline Murray Kilmer
I CAN never remake the thing I have destroyed;
I brushed the golden dust from the moth's bright wing,
I called down wind to shatter the cherry-blossoms,
I did a terrible thing.
Spiritual Love
© Alfred Austin
Could you but give me all that I desire,
I should be richer, and you no more poor,
San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother
© Alice Meynell
I had not seen my son's dear face
(He chose the cloister by God's grace)
Since it had come to full flower-time.
I hardly guessed at its perfect prime,
That folded flower of his dear face.
Songs Set To Music: 14. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Once I was unconfined and free,
Would I had been so still!
Enjoying sweetest liberty,
And roving at my will.
Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands
© Pablo Neruda
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Selflove And Truth Incompatible
© William Cowper
From thorny wilds a monster came,
That filled my soul with fear and shame;
Sonnet to Twilight
© Helen Maria Williams
Meek Twilight! soften the declining day,
And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves;
She
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
I know her, her bitter silence,
Her tiredness of her words and cries,
Lives in the secret changing brightness
Of widened pupils of her eyes.
Sonet
© Sophus Schandorph
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