Poems begining by S
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Sonnet LVII: Like As the Lute
© Samuel Daniel
Like as the lute that joys or else dislikes
As in his art that plays upon the same,
Sonnet : From The Italian Of Dante
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
DANTE ALIGHIERI TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI:
Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, and I,
Led by some strong enchantment, might ascend
A magic ship, whose charmed sails should fly
Sleepy Harry
© Ann Taylor
"I DO not like to go to bed,"
Sleepy little Harry said;
"Go, naughty Betty, go away,
I will not come at all, I say! "
Sonnet XVII: Why Should I Sing in Verse
© Samuel Daniel
Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame
These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?
Song: I Wish I Were Old Now
© Margaret Widdemer
I WISH I were old now,
And maybe content;
I'd look back the long way
My footsteps were bent,
And say, "'Tis all done now
What odds how it went?"
Sonnet 107: Stella, Since Thou So Right
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, since thou so right a princess art
Of all the powers which life bestows on me,
That ere by them aught undertaken be
They first resort unto that sovereign part;
Sonnet 63: Oh Grammar Rules
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh grammar rules, oh now your virtues show
So children still read you with awefull eyes,
As my young dove may in your precepts wise
Her grant to me, by her own virtue know.
Spring In The Trenches
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,
Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around;
The sun is getting higher, and the skies above are blue,
And I'm hungry for the garden, and I wish the war were through.
Sonnet. The Day Is Gone
© John Keats
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang'rous waist!
Sympathy
© Edgar Albert Guest
One came to the house with a pretty speech:
"It's all for the best," said he,
And I know that he sought my heart to reach,
And I know that he grieved with me.
Sonnet To Satan
© Sylvia Plath
In darkroom of your eye the moonly mind
somersaults to counterfeit eclipse;
bright angels black out over logic's land
under shutter of their handicaps.
Snow
© William Wilfred Campbell
Down out of heaven,
Frost-kissed
And wind driven,
Flake upon flake,
Over forest and lake,
Cometh the snow.
Sonnet, To The Same (Genevra)
© George Gordon Byron
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,
And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush
Its rose of whiteness with the brightest blush,
My heart would wish away that ruder glow:
Song. "While many a fond"
© Amelia Opie
WHILE many a fond and blooming maid
Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed,
Thinks not she strives in vain:
School
© Henry Van Dyke
I put my heart to school
In the world where men grow wise:
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
'Come back when you win a prize.'"
Stranger
© Hristo Botev
Hurry, stranger, quickly come
to your father's home at last,
do a dance before his home,
join the dance the pass across.
