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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Sunrise of the Poor	Robert Burns Wilson		English	A darkened hut outlined against the sky, A forward-looking slope,—some cedar trees, Gaunt grasses stirred by the awaking breeze, And nearer, where the grayer shadows lie, Within a small paled square, one may descry The beds wherein the Poor first taste of...
The Sunrise runs for Both —			English	The Sunrise runs for Both — The East — Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill — The Noon unwinds Her Blue Till One Breadth cover Two — Remotest — still — Nor does the Night forget A Lamp...
The Sunset City	Henry Sylvester Cornwell	1851	English	There ’s a city that lies in the Kingdom of Clouds, In the glorious country on high, Which an azure and silvery curtain enshrouds, To screen it from mortal eye; A city of temples and turrets of gold, That gleam by a sapphire sea, Like...
The Sunset stopped on Cottages				The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life's, Gone Westerly, Today — The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Morning just begun — What difference, after...
The Sunshine of Thine Eyes	George Parsons Lathrop		English	The sunshine of thine eyes, (O still, celestial beam!) Whatever it touches it fills With the life of its lambent gleam. The sunshine of thine eyes, Oh, let it fall on me! Though I be but a mote of the air, I could turn to gold for...
The Surrender of Spain	John Hay		English	Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador! Sea-girdled mother of men! Spain, name of glory and power; Cradle of world-grasping Emperors, grave of the reckless invader, How art thou fallen, my Spain! how art thou sunk at this hour! Once thy...
The Sussex Men are Noted Fools				*** * *** The Sussex Men are Noted Fools And weak is their brain pan I wonder if H——the painter Is not a Sussex Man
The Swagman's Rest				We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the old man's grave For fear that his ghost might walk; We carved his name on a bloodwood tree With the date of his sad...
The Swamp Fox	William Gilmore Simms		English	We follow where the Swamp Fox guides, His friends and merry men are we; And when the troop of Tarleton rides, We burrow in the cypress tree. The turfy hammock is our bed, Our home is in the red deer’s den, Our roof, the tree-top overhead,...
The Swan Song of Parson Avery	John Greenleaf Whittier	1827	English	When the reaper’s task was ended, and the summer wearing late, Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children eight, Dropping down the river-harbor in the shallop “Watch and Wait.” Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer-morn, With the...
The sweetest Heresy received			English	The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know — Each Other's Convert — Though the Faith accommodate but Two — The Churches are so frequent — The Ritual — so small — The Grace so unavoidable —...
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known				The Sweets of Pillage, can be known To no one but the Thief — Compassion for Integrity Is his divinest Grief —
The Swiss Peasant	Oliver Goldsmith	1748	English	From “The Traveller” TURN me to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread: No product here the barren hills afford But man...
The sword sung on the barren heath			English	*** * *** The sword sung on the barren heath The sickle in the fruitful field The sword he sung a song of death But could not make the sickle yield^...
The Sycophantic Fox and the Gullible Raven	Guy Wetmore Carryl		English	A Raven sat upon a tree, And not a word he spoke, for His beak contained a piece of Brie, Or, maybe, it was Roquefort: We ’ll make it any kind you please— At all events, it was a cheese. Beneath the tree’s umbrageous limb A...
The Symptom of the Gale —			English	The Symptom of the Gale — The Second of Dismay — Between its Rumor and its Face — Is almost Revelry — The Houses firmer root — The Heavens cannot be found — The Upper Surfaces of things ...
The Symptoms of Love			English	Would my Delia know if I love, let her take My last thought at night, and the first when I wake; With my prayers and best wishes preferr'd for her sake. Let her guess what I muse on, when rambling alone I stride o'er the...
The Tables Turned	William Wordsworth	1790	English	Up! up, my friend! and quit your books, Or surely you ’ll grow double; Up! up, my friend! and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble? The sun, above the mountain’s head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields...
The Task (Cowper)/Book I — The Sofa			English	I sing the Sofa. I, who lately sang Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touch'd with awe The solemn chords, and with a trembling hand, Escap'd with pain from that advent'rous flight, Now seek repose upon an humbler theme; ...
The Task (Cowper)/Book II — The Time-Piece			English	Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with...