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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Stab	Will Wallace Harney		English	On the road, the lonely road, Under the cold white moon, Under the ragged trees he strode; He whistled and shifted his weary load— Whistled a foolish tune. There was a step timed with his own, A figure that stooped and bowed— ...
The Stag Hunt	Sir Walter Scott	1791	English	From “The Lady of the Lake,” Canto I. THE STAG at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan’s rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney’s hazel shade; But, when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich’s...
The Stag Hunt	James Thomson	1720	English	From “The Seasons: Autumn” THE STAG too, singled from the herd where long He ranged, the branching monarch of the shades, Before the tempest drives. At first, in speed He, sprightly, puts his faith; and, roused by fear, Gives all his swift aerial soul to...
The Star of Bethlehem	Henry Kirke White		English	When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem: But one alone the...
The Star of Calvary	Nathaniel Hawthorne		English	It is the same infrequent star,— The all-mysterious light, That like a watcher, gazing on The changes of the night, Toward the hill of Bethlehem took Its solitary flight. It is the same infrequent star; Its sameness startleth me,...
The Star-Spangled Banner	Francis Scott Key		English	O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming— Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight, O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket’s red...
The Star-Spangled Banner	Francis Scott Key		English	O, SAY, 1 can you see by the dawn’s early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming— Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket’s red glare,...
The Starry Host	John Lancaster Spalding		English	The countless stars, which to our human eye Are fixed and steadfast, each in proper place, Forever bound to changeless points in space, Rush with our sun and planets through the sky, And like a flock of birds still onward fly; Returning never whence began...
The Stars	Mary Mapes Dodge		English	They wait all day unseen by us, unfelt; Patient they bide behind the day’s full glare; And we, who watched the dawn when they were there, Thought we had seen them in the daylight melt, While the slow sun upon the earth-line knelt. Because the teeming sky...
The Stars are old, that stood for me —			English	The Stars are old, that stood for me — The West a little worn — Yet newer glows the only Gold I ever cared to earn — Presuming on that lone result Her infinite disdain But vanquished her with my...
The Statue of Lorenzo de' Medici	James Ernest Nesmith		English	Mark me how still I am!—The sound of feet Unnumbered echoing through this vaulted hall, Or voices harsh, on me unheeded fall, Placed high in my memorial niche and seat, In cold and marble meditation meet Among proud tombs and pomp funereal Of rich...
The stem of a departed Flower			English	The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch of Pink.
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave			English	The Stimulus, beyond the Grave His Countenance to see Supports me like imperial Drams Afforded Day by Day.
The Stirrup-Cup	John Hay		English	My short and happy day is done, The long and dreary night comes on, And at my door the pale horse stands To carry me to unknown lands. His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof, Sound dreadful as a gathering storm; And I must leave this sheltering roof...
The Stirrup-Cup	Sidney Lanier	1862	English	Death, thou ’rt a cordial old and rare: Look how compounded, with what care Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went, Keats, and Gotama excellent, Omar Khayyám, and Chaucer bright, ...
The Storm	George Alexander Stevens	1730	English	Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen, all to me, Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea; From bounding billows, first in motion, When the distant whirlwinds rise, To the tempest-troubled ocean,...
The Storm (Bleecker)				Come let us sing how when the Judge Supreme Mounts the black tempest, arm'd with pointed flame, What clust'ring horrors form his awful train: Columns of smoke obscure the crystal skies, The whirlwind howls, the...
The Story of a Summer Day	Alexander Hume	1580	English	O Perfect Light, which shaid away The darkness from the light, And set a ruler o’er the day, Another o’er the night— Thy glory, when the day forth flies, More vively doth appear, Than at mid day unto our eyes The shining sun is...
The Story of Cruel Frederick	Heinrich Hoffmann		English	From “The English Struwwelpeter” HERE is cruel Frederick, see! A horrid wicked boy was he; He caught the flies, poor little things, And then tore off their tiny wings. He killed the birds, and broke the chairs, And threw the kitten down the stairs...
The Story of Johnny-Head-in-Air	Heinrich Hoffmann		English	From “The English Struwwelpeter” AS he trudged along to school, It was always Johnny’s rule To be looking at the sky And the clouds that floated by; But what just before him lay, In his way, Johnny never thought about; So that every...