Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XXXI: Oft Do I Muse
© Samuel Daniel
Oft do I muse whether my Delia's eyes
Are eyes, or else two fair bright stars that shine;
Spring Song
© Bliss William Carman
Like a whim of Grieg's or Gounod's,
This same self, bird, bud, or Bluenose,
Some day I may capture (Who knows?)
Just the one last joy I lack,
Waking to the far new summons,
When the old spring winds come back.
Sunday Morning Bells
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
FROM the near city comes the clang of bells:
Their hundred jarring diverse tones combine
In one faint misty harmony, as fine
As the soft note yon winter robin swells.--
Sonnet XI
© Caroline Norton
THE MOSS-WALK AT MARKLY, SUSSEX.
(To S.D.)
GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
Pleasantly shelter'd me in days of yore,
Sonnet To Ethna
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Ethna, to cull sweet flowers divinely fair,
To seek for gems of such transparent light
Scene In A Country Hospital
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HERE, lonely, wounded and apart,
From out my casement's glimmering round,
I watch the wayward bluebirds dart
Across yon flowery ground;
How sweet the prospect! and how fair
The balmy peace of earth and air.
Song In Spite Of Myself
© Countee Cullen
Never love with all your heart,
It only ends in aching;
And bit by bit to the smallest part
That organ will be breaking.
Sonnet III
© George Gascoigne
And every year a world my will did deem,
Till lo! at last, to Court now am I come,
Song Of The Desert Lark
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love, love, in vain
We count the days of Spring.
Lost is all love's pain,
Lost the songs we sing.
Song Of The Day To The Night
© Alice Meynell
From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn,
We two are sundered always, sweet.
A few stars shake o'er the rocky lawn
And the cold sea-shore when we meet.
The twilight comes with thy shadowy feet.
Sonnet XVI
© Caroline Norton
PRINCESS MARIE OF WIRTEMBURG.
WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!
When thou wert carried to thy silent rest,
And every brow with heavy gloom was shaded,
Speak, God Of Visions
© Emily Jane Brontë
O, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow!
O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,
And tell why I have chosen thee!
Sonnet XXX: I See Thine Image
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I see thine image through my tears to-night,
And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How
Show Me!
© Edgar Albert Guest
I would rather see a Mason, than hear one any day,
I would rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear.
And the best of all the Masons are the men who live their creeds,
For to see the good in action is what everybody needs.
Snow And Fire
© Madison Julius Cawein
Deep-hearted roses of the purple dusk
And lilies of the morn;
And cactus, holding up a slender tusk
Of fragrance on a thorn;
All heavy flowers, sultry with their musk,
Her presence puts to scorn.
Sonnet to the Moon
© Helen Maria Williams
The glitt'ring colours of the day are fled;
Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night,
She's such a senseless wooden thing
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She stares the livelong day;
Her wig of gold is stiff and cold
And cannot change to grey.
Sunday Evening In The Common
© John Hall Wheelock
Lookon the topmost branches of the world
The blossoms of the myriad stars are thick;
