Poems begining by S
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Soneto
© Antônio Gonçalves Dias
Pensas tu, bela Anarda, que os poetas
Vivem dar, de perfumes, d'ambrosia?
Que vagando por mares dharmonia
São melhores que as próprias borboletas?
Seeking And Finding
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Thinking of shores that I shall never see,
And things that I would know but am forbid
By Time and briefness, treasuries locked from me
In unknown tongue or human bosom hid,
Spinning
© Helen Hunt Jackson
Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days;
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways;
I know each day will bring its task,
And, being blind, no more I ask.
Spring (Fragment 3)
© Boris Pasternak
Is it only dirt you notice?
Does the thaw not catch your glance?
As a dapple-grey fine stallion
Does it not through ditches dance?
Sonnett - XIV
© James Russell Lowell
ON READING WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,
Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,
Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be,
Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,
The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity;
Sir Walter Scott At The Tomb Of The Stuarts In St. Peters
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Eve's tinted shadows slowly fill the fane
Where Art has taken almost Nature's room,
While still two objects clear in light remain,
An alien pilgrim at an alien tomb.--
Sonnets of the Empire: Dawn at Liverpool
© Archibald Thomas Strong
The Sunlight laughs along the serried stone
About whose feet the wastrel tide runs free;
Song On Peace
© William Cowper
No longer I follow a sound;
No longer a dream I pursue;
Oh happiness! not to be found,
Unattainable treasure, adieu!
Sonnet XXI.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pensive, at eve, on the hard world I mused,
And my poor heart was sad: so at the Moon
I gazed--and sighed, and sighed--for, ah! how soon
Eve saddens into night! Mine eyes perused,
Song Of Nobel Grief
© Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
Oh, noble grief of the suffering soul
That into free verse bursts out...
Would you perchance take comfort
In adorning the world with jewels?
Song - Shake off your heavy trance
© Beaumont and Fletcher
Shake off your heavy trance,
And leap into a dance,
Song For A Highland Drover Returning From England
© Robert Bloomfield
Now fare-thee-well, England; no further I'll roam;
But follow my shadow that points the way home;
Your gay southern Shores shall not tempt me to stay;
For my Maggy's at Home, and my Children at play!
Tis this makes my Bonnet set light on my brow,
Gives my sinews their strength and my bosom its glow.
Song Of The Cub
© James Clerk Maxwell
I know not what this may betoken,
That I feel so wondrous wise;
Sonnet XLVI: Parted Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What shall be said of this embattled day
And armèd occupation of this night
Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine
© Jean Ingelow
I saw when I looked up, on either hand,
A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;
A narrowing rent soon closed toward the land,—
Toward the sea, an open yawning bight.
Storm
© Madison Julius Cawein
I looked into the night and saw
GOD writing with tumultuous flame
Upon the thunder's front of awe,--
As on sonorous brass,--the Law,
Terrific, of HIS judgement name.
