Poems begining by S

Shakespeare's Sonnets: But be contented when that fell arrest

© William Shakespeare

But be contented when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

© William Shakespeare

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan

© William Shakespeare

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groanFor that deep wound it gives my friend and me!Is 't not enough to torture me aloneBut slave to slav'ry my sweet'st friend must be?Me from my self thy cruel eye hath taken,And my next self thou harder hast engrossed

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Being your slave, what should I do but tend

© William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend,Nor services to do till you require

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press

© William Shakespeare

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdainLest sorrow lend me words and words expressThe manner of my pity-wanting pain

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st

© William Shakespeare

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'stIn one of thine, from that which thou depart'st,And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'stThou may'st call thine, when thou from youth convert'st;Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase,Without this, folly, age, and cold decay;If all were minded so, the times should cease,And threescore year would make the world away:Let those whom nature hath not made for store,Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish;Look whom she best endow'd, she gave the more,Which bount'ous gift thou should'st in bounty cherish

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As an unperfect actor on the stage

© William Shakespeare

As an unperfect actor on the stage,Who with his fear is put besides his part,Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,So I for fear of trust forget to sayThe perfect ceremony of love's right,And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,O'er-charg'd with burthen of mine own love's might:O let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast,Who plead for love and look for recompenceMore than that tongue that more hath more express't

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As a decrepit father takes delight

© William Shakespeare

As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youthSo I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there

© William Shakespeare

Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and thereAnd made my self a motley to the view,Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,Made old offences of affections new

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth

© William Shakespeare

Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth,That having such a scope to show her prideThe argument all bare is of more worthThan when it hath my added praise beside

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live

© William Shakespeare

Ah, wherefore with infection should he liveAnd with his presence grace impietyThat sin by him advantage should achieveAnd lace it self with his society?Why should false painting imitate his cheekAnd steal dead seeing of his living hue?Why should poor beauty indirectly seekRoses of shadow since his rose is true?Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is,Begger'd of blood to blush through lively veins,For she hath no exchequer now but his,And proud of many, lives upon his gains? O him she stores, to show what wealth she had, In days long since, before these last so bad

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Against that time (if ever that time come)

© William Shakespeare

Against that time (if ever that time come)When I shall see thee frown on my defects,When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects,Against that time when thou shalt strangely passAnd scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,When love converted from the thing it wasShall reasons find of settled gravity;Against that time do I ensconce me hereWithin the knowledge of mine own desert,And this my hand against my self uprearTo guard the lawful reasons on thy part; To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Against my love shall be as I am now

© William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be as I am nowWith time's injurious hand crush't and o'er-worn,When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his browWith lines and wrinkles, when his youthful mornHath travail'd on to age's steepy night,And all those beauties whereof now he's kingAre vanishing, or vanish't out of sight,Stealing away the treasure of his spring

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all

© William Shakespeare

Accuse me thus, that I have scanted allWherein I should your great deserts repay,Forgot upon your dearest love to callWhereto all bonds do tie me day by day,That I have frequent been with unknown mindsAnd giv'n to time your own dear purchas'd right,That I have hoisted sail to all the windsWhich should transport me farthest from your sight

Song: Love still has something of the sea

© Sir Charles Sedley

Love still has something of the sea, From whence his Mother rose;No time his slaves from doubt can free, Nor give their thoughts repose.

Social Notes II, 1935

© Scott Francis Reginald

The efficiency of the capitalist systemIs rightly admired by important people

Social Notes I, 1932

© Scott Francis Reginald

"We see thee rise, O Canada, The true North, strong and free,(Tralala-lala, tralala-lala, etc. ...)

Suicide in Trenches

© Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boyWho grinned at life in empty joy,Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,And whistled early with the lark.

Song, Written at Sea

© Charles Sackville

To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite;But first would have you understand How hard it is to write:The Muses now, and Neptune too,We must implore to write to you-- With a fa, la, la, la, la!

For though the Muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain,Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main,Our paper, pen, and ink, and we,Roll up and down our ships at sea-- With a fa, la, la, la, la!

Then if we write not by each post, Think not we are unkind;Nor yet conclude our ships are lost By Dutchmen, or by wind:Our tears we'll send a speedier way,The tide shall bring 'em twice a day-- With a fa, la, la, la, la!

The King with wonder and surprise Will swear the seas grow bold

Song

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

She sat and sang alway By the green margin of a stream,Watching the fishes leap and play Beneath the glad sunbeam.