Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XXXIX: Look, Delia
© Samuel Daniel
Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown Rose,
The image of thy blush and Summer's honor,
Subjected Earth
© Robinson Jeffers
Walking in the flat Oxfordshire fields
Where the eye can find no rock to rest on but little flints
Spring. (From The French Of Charles D'Orleans. XV. Century)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Gentle Spring! in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display!
Self- Unconscious
© Thomas Hardy
Along the way
He walked that day,
Watching shapes that reveries limn,
And seldom he
Had eyes to see
The moment that encompassed him.
Song. "Where dost thou bide"
© Amelia Opie
WHERE dost thou bide, blessed soul of my love!
Is ether thy dwelling, O whisper me where!
Rapt in remembrance, while lonely I rove,
I gaze on bright clouds, and I fancy thee there.
St. Peter's Day
© John Keble
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved,
Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;
In sharpest perils faithful proved,
Let his soul love Thee to the end.
St. Irvyne's Tower
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
How swiftly through Heaven's wide expanse
Bright day's resplendent colours fade!
How sweetly does the moonbeam's glance
With silver tint St. Irvyne's glade!
Song For A Summer's Day
© Sylvia Plath
Through fen and farmland walking
With my own country love
I saw slow flocked cows move
White hulks on their day's cruising;
Sweet grass sprang for their grazing.
September
© Edgar Albert Guest
SEPTEMBER with her brushes dipped in dazzling red and gold
Now comes to paint the valleys and the hills;
Sorrow
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Woe to him that has not known the woe of man,
Who has not felt within him burning all the want
Of desolated bosoms, since the world began;
Felt, as his own, the burden of the fears that daunt;
Who has not eaten failure's bitter bread, and been
Among those ghosts of hope that haunt the day, unseen.
Sonnet XXIII. Beethovens Fifth Symphony.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE mind's deep history here in tones is wrought,
The faith, the struggles of the aspiring soul,
The confidence of youth, the chill control
Of manhood's doubts by stern experience taught;
Souvenir De La Nuit Du 4 (Memory Of The Night Of The 4th)
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'enfant avait reçu deux balles dans la tête.
Le logis était propre, humble, paisible, honnête ;
Song Of The Silent Land. (From The German Of Salis)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into the Silent Land!
Ah! who shall lead us thither?
Sonnet. "I know a maiden with a laughing face"
© Frances Anne Kemble
I know a maiden with a laughing face,
And springing feet like wings;the light that flies
Stanza from an Early Poem
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THOUGHT is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught.
Song, by a Person of Quality
© Alexander Pope
I.
Flutt'ring spread thy purple Pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart;
I a Slave in thy Dominions;
Nature must give Way to Art.
Sonnet XX
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When in the widening circle of rebirth
To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,
Spinning Songs
© Padraic Colum
But she said to him, "The goods you proffer
Are far from my mind as the silk of the sea!
The arms of him, my young love, round me,
Is all the treasure that's true for me!"
Stratford-On-Avon
© Arthur Symons
Bright leaves and the pale grass turn grey
Now, sudden as a thought, one swan
