Poems begining by S
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Salutation The Second
© Ezra Pound
You were praised, my books,
because I had just come from the country;
I was twenty years behind the times
so you found an audience ready.
I do not disown you,
do not you disown your progeny.
Sonnet LXXIX: The Monochord
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Is it this sky's vast vault or ocean's sound
That is Life's self and draws my life from me,
Sonnet LXV: Known in Vain
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope,
Knows suddenly, to music high and soft,
Sonnet XVIII. To The Earl Of Egremont
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WYNDHAM! 'tis not thy blood, though pure it runs
Through a long line of glorious ancestry,
Percys and Seymours, Britain's boasted sons,
Who trust the honours of their race to thee:
Song From Judith
© Lascelles Abercrombie
BALKIS was in her marble town,
And shadow over the world came down.
Whiteness of walls, towers and piers,
That all day dazzled eyes to tears,
Seeing Thou Art Fair
© Ovid
SEEING thou art fair, I bar not thy false playing,
But let not me poor soul know of thy straying.
Sonnet
© Hartley Coleridge
If I have sinned in act, I may repent;
If I have erred in thought, I may disclaim
Songs with Preludes: Friendship
© Jean Ingelow
Beautiful eyes,—and shall I see no more
The living thought when it would leap from them,
And play in all its sweetness ’neath their lids?
Sonnet
© Charles Sangster
And offers incense in her heart, as on
An altar sacred unto God. The dawn
Of an imperishable love passed through
The lattice of my senses, and I, too,
Did offer incense in that solemn place
A woman's heart made pure and sanctified by grace.
Snow
© Adelaide Crapsey
Look up . . .
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind . . . look up, and scent
The snow!
Sonnet 13: Phoebus Was Judge
© Sir Philip Sidney
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love,
Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were:
Jove's golden shield did eagle sables bear,
Whose talons held young Ganymede above:
Southern Sunrise
© Sylvia Plath
Color of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
Still dream behind
Shutters, thier balconies
Fine as hand-
Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower pen-sketch.
Sonnet VI: The Kiss
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Sonnet
© Emma Lazarus
STILL northward is the central mount of Maine,
From whose high crown the rugged forests seem
Like shaven lawns, and lakes with frequent gleam,
"Like broken mirrors," flash back light again.
Satyr IV. The Pretty Gentleman
© Thomas Parnell
As on this head he woud have spoken more
the Jailour happend to unlock the door
to lett him know his creditors did wait
to make him sell if he woud freedom gett
At least three quarters of his whole estate
Sonnet 35: What May Words Say
© Sir Philip Sidney
What may words say, or what may words not say,
Where truth itself must speak like flattery?
Within what bounds can one his liking stay,
Where Nature doth with infinite agree?
