Poems begining by S
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Sonnet 27: Because I Oft
© Sir Philip Sidney
Because I oft in dark abstracted guise
Seem most alone in greatest company,
With dearth of words, or answers quite awry,
To them that would make speech of speech arise,
Sonnet To Expression
© Helen Maria Williams
Expression, child of soul! I fondly trace
Thy strong enchantments, when the poet's lyre,
Sleep
© James Whitcomb Riley
Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink
Muse on me--, drifting out upon thy dreams,
Sonnet Of Motherhood X
© Zora Bernice May Cross
I touched each petal with the sunbeams flaked
Roses and pansies of the early morn,
Lilies that lilted of the moons light grace,
And left them hushed when all my joy was slaked;
For in the garden of my soul, God-born,
Each flower made beauty for my childs soft face.
Song
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
How many times do I love thee, dear?
Tell me how many thoughts there be
Spring Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
A BLUE-BELL springs upon the ledge,
A lark sits singing in the hedge;
Sonnet LX: Transfigured Life
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As growth of form or momentary glance
In a child's features will recall to mind
Sonnet VII
© Caroline Norton
LIKE an enfranchised bird, who wildly springs,
With a keen sparkle in his glancing eye
And a strong effort in his quivering wings,
Up to the blue vault of the happy sky,--
Songs Set To Music: 8. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Still, Dorinda, I adore;
Think I mean not to deceive you,
For I loved you much before,
And, alas! now love you more
Though I force myself to leave you.
Sinne
© George Herbert
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round!
Parents first season us: then schoolmasters
Deliver us to laws; they send us bound
To rules of reason, holy messengers,
Sonnet XLIII. London.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
BLACK in the midnight lies the City vast.
Its dim horizon from my window high
I see shut in beneath a misty sky
Red with the light a million lamp-fires cast
Stringy Bark and Green Hide
© Anonymous
I sing of a commodity, it's one that will not fail yer,
I mean the common oddity, the mainstay of Australia;
Gold it is a precious thing, for commerce it increases,
But stringy bark and green hide, can beat it all to pieces.
Stringy bark and green hide, that will never fail yer!
Stringy bark and green hide, the mainstay of Australia.
Sunday Morning
© Louis MacNeice
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,
Strange Restaurant
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I said, "I'll take the T-bone steak."
A soft voice mooed, "Oh wow."
And I looked up and realized
The waitress was a cow.
Satires Of Circumstance In Fifteen Glimpses: In The Study
© Thomas Hardy
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,
Sonnet XXI. The Pines And The Sea.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
BEYOND the low marsh-meadows and the beach,
Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,
The long blue level of the ocean shines.
The distant surf, with hoarse, complaining speech,
