Title Poet Year Written Collection Body
The smouldering embers blush —

The smouldering embers blush —

Oh Hearts within the Coal

Hast thou survived so many years?

The smouldering embers smile —

Soft stirs the news of Light

The stolid seconds glow

One requisite has Fire that...

The Snow that never drifts —

The Snow that never drifts —

The transient, fragrant snow

That comes a single time a Year

Is softly driving now —


So thorough in the Tree

At night beneath the star

That it was February's Foot
...

The Snow-Shower William Cullen Bryant 1814

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
  On the lake below thy gentle eyes;
The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,
  And dark and silent the water lies;
And out of that frozen mist the snow
In wavering flakes begins to flow;
                ...

The Snow-Storm Ralph Waldo Emerson 1823

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped...

The Snow-Storm Ralph Waldo Emerson 1823

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow; and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight; the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveller stopped...

The Snow-Storm Ethelwyn Wetherald 1877

The Great soft downy snow-storm like a cloak
Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet;
It gives the dead another winding-sheet,
It buries all the roofs until the smoke
Seems like a soul that from its clay has broke.
It broods moon-like upon the Autumn...

The Snowing of the Pines Thomas Wentworth Higginson

Softer than silence, stiller than still air
Float down from high pine-boughs the slender leaves.
The forest floor its annual boon receives
That comes like snowfall, tireless, tranquil, fair.
Gently they glide, gently they clothe the bare
Old rocks with...

The Snows Charles Sangster 1842

    OVER the Snows 1
    Buoyantly goes
The lumberers’ bark canoe:
    Lightly they sweep,
    Wilder each leap,
Rending the white-caps through.
    Away! Away!
With the speed of a startled deer,
    While the steersman true...

The Snug Little Island Thomas Dibdin 1791

Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say,
  If ever I lived upon dry land,
The spot I should hit on would be little Britain!
  Says Freedom, “Why, that ’s my own island!”
      O, it ’s a snug little island!
      A right little, tight little island!...

The Society upon the Stanislaus Francis Bret Harte

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games;
And I ’ll tell in simple language what I know about the row
That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

But first I would remark, that it is not a...

The Society upon the Stanislaus Bret Harte 1859

I Reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James:
I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games;
  And I ’ll tell in simple language what I know about the row
  That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

But first I would remark, that ’t is not a...

The Soldier’s Dream Thomas Campbell 1797

Our bugles sang truce,—for the night-cloud had lowered,
  And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
  The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,...

The Solitary Woodsman Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

When the gray lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder-bushes,
    And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes,—

When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,
    And the moose-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a...

The Song John Erskine

A Song lay silent in my pen
  Where yesterday I found it,
Right cozy in its gloomy den,
  With a melody wrapped round it.
Through all the years ’t was waiting so,
  To hear the summons of that minute;
I thought I loved the pen; but no!
  It...

The Song in the Dell Charles Edward Carryl

    i know a way
Of hearing what the larks and linnets say:
  The larks tell of the sunshine and the sky;
  The linnets from the hedges make reply,
And boast of hidden nests with mocking lay.

    I know a way
Of keeping near the rabbits at their...

The Song of a Heathen Richard Watson Gilder

If jesus Christ is a man,—
  And only a man,—I say
That of all mankind I cleave to him,
  And to him will I cleave alway.

If Jesus Christ is a God,—
  And the only God,—I swear
I will follow Him through heaven and hell,
  The earth, the...

The Song of the Camp Bayard Taylor

“give us a song!” the soldiers cried,
  The outer trenches guarding,
When the heated guns of the camps allied
  Grew weary of bombarding.

The dark Redan, in silent scoff,
  Lay, grim and threatening, under;
And the tawny mound of the Malakoff...

The Song of the Camp Bayard Taylor

“give us a song!” the soldiers cried,
  The outer trenches guarding,
When the heated guns of the camps allied
  Grew weary of bombarding.

The dark Redan, in silent scoff,
  Lay grim and threatening under;
And the tawny mound of the Malakoff...

The Song of the Lower Classes Ernest Charles Jones 1839

We plough and sow—we ’re so very, very low
  That we delve in the dirty clay,
Till we bless the plain with the golden grain,
  And the vale with the fragrant hay.
Our place we know—we ’re so very low,
  ’T is down at the landlord’s feet:
We ’re not...

The Song of the Old Mother William Butler Yeats 1885

I Rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow.
And then I must scrub, and bake, and sweep,
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
But the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons, the blue...