Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XIV: If Thou Must Love Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
Sonnet 56: Fie, School Of Patience
© Sir Philip Sidney
Fie, school of Patience, fie! your lesson is
Far, far too long to learn it without book:
What, a whole week without one piece of look,
And think I should not your large precepts miss?
Sonnet On The American War. "She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all"
© Frances Anne Kemble
She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all
Its weary workers! gazing from afar
Sonnet XXIV: These Sorrowing Sighs
© Samuel Daniel
These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy;
These tears, which heat of sacred flame distills;
Scarecrow in the hillock
© Matsuo Basho
Scarecrow in the hillock
Paddy field --
How unaware! How useful.
Sonnet XIII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When I should be asleep to mine own voice
In telling thee how much thy love's my dream,
Said I to Myself, Said I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When I went to the Bar as a very young man
(Said I to myself - said I),
Sonnet XIII. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
OH! place me where the burning moon
Forbids the wither'd flower to blow;
Or place me in the frigid zone,
On mountains of eternal snow:
St. Michael's Mount
© William Lisle Bowles
INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS.
While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,
September
© Archibald Lampman
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,
And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,
Songs Set To Music: 17. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Nanny blushes when I woo her,
And with kindly chiding eyes
Faintly says I shall undo her;
Faintly, O, forbear! she cries.
Swallow Flight
© Sara Teasdale
I love my hour of wind and light,
I love men's faces and their eyes,
I love my spirit's veering flight
Like swallows under evening skies.
Sonnet. "I hear a voice low in the sunset woods"
© Frances Anne Kemble
I hear a voice low in the sunset woods;
Listen, it says: "Decay, decay, decay."
Skin Stealer
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
This evening I unzipped my skin
And carefully unscrewed my head,
Exactly as I always do
When I prepare myself for bed.
Sonnet XCV:Who ever desired each other as we do
© Pablo Neruda
Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look
for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,
and let our kisses touch there, one by one,
till the flower, disembodied, rises again.
