Poems begining by S
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Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear,
I saw thyself with many a smiling line
Upon thy cheerful face, Joy's livery wear,
While those fair planets on thy streams did shine.
Sonnet I. To My Brother George
© John Keats
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;
Sonnet LV: Stillborn Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The hour which might have been yet might not be,
Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore
Sonnet To The Nile
© John Keats
Son of the old Moon-mountains African!
Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile!
We call thee fruitful, and that very while
A desert fills our seeing's inward span:
Sensation (Bodh)
© Jibanananda Das
As I take my place among other beings
Am I becoming estranged and alone
Because of my mannerisms?
Is there just an optical illusion?
Are there only obstacles in my path?
Song III
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Have mercy on me, my Lord,
For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.
Sonnet VIII: If your eyes were not the color of the moon
© Pablo Neruda
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking - continued about 26
hours later ]
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,
Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
© John Keats
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
Song Of The Manes
© John Kenyon
Come, dance we now in friendly band;
The Manes twinkling Hesperus calls;
Sonnet LXVIII: A Dark Day
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs
Is like the drops which strike the traveller's brow
Sonnet LIX: Love's Last Gift
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,
And said: The rose-tree and the apple-tree
Song: Go, lovely rose!
© Edmund Waller
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Show me the Way
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Show me the way that leads to the true life.
I do not care what tempests may assail me,
I shall be given courage for the strife;
I know my strength will not desert or fail me;
She
© Theodore Roethke
I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? -
My lady laughs, delighting in what is.
If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.
She makes space lonely with a lovely song.
She lilts a low soft language, and I hear
Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.
Some Starlit Garden Grey With Dew
© William Ernest Henley
Some starlit garden grey with dew,
Some chamber flushed with wine and fire,
What matters where, so I and you
Are worthy our desire?
Song
© Samuel Johnson
Not the soft sighs of vernal gales,
The fragrance of the flowery vales,
The murmurs of the crystal rill,
The vocal grove, the verdant hill;
Not all their charms, though all unite,
Can touch my bosom with delight.
Snow-Flakes. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Sonnet - On Being Asked For An Autograph In Venice
© James Russell Lowell
Amid these fragments of heroic days
When thought met deed with mutual passion's leap,
