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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Saints in Glory	Dante Alighieri	1285	English	Translated by Henry Francis Cary Selections from “The Divine Comedy” Paradise: Canto XXXI. IN fashion, as a snow-white rose, lay then Before my view the saintly multitude, Which is his own blood Christ espoused. Meanwhile, That other host, that soar...
The Sandpiper	Celia Thaxter		English	Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach...
The Sandpiper	Celia Laighton Thaxter	1855	English	Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach...
The Sands o’ Dee	Charles Kingsley	1839	English	“o Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o’ Dee!” The western wind was wild and dank wi’ foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand...
The Satirist	Harry Lyman Koopman		English	Not mine to draw the cloth-yard shaft From straining palm to thrilling ear; Then launch it through the monster’s hulk, One thrust, from front to rear. Mine is the Bushman’s tiny bow, Whose wounds the foeman hardly feels; He laughs,...
The Sausage Candidate			English	Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along In better style than now -- and quicker. Elections then were sport, you bet! A trifle rough, there's no...
The Savior must have been			English	The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman — To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen — The Road to Bethlehem Since He and I were Boys Was leveled, but for that 'twould be A...
The Scapegoat (Paterson)				The moral is patent to all the beholders -- Don't shift your own sins on to other folks' shoulders; Be kind to dumb creatures and never abuse them, Nor curse them nor kick them, nor spitefully use them: Take their lives if needs...
The Scarlet Tanager	Joel Benton		English	A ball of fire shoots through the tamarack In scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings; Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings, Who marks for us high summer’s almanac. How instantly the red-coat hurtles back! No fiercer flame has flashed beneath the sky....
The Scarlet Tanager	Mary Augusta Mason		English	A flame went flitting through the wood; The neighboring birds all understood Here was a marvel of their kind; And silent was each feathered throat To catch the brilliant stranger’s note, And folded every songster’s wing To hide its sober...
The Scarlet Tanager	Joel Benton		English	A Ball of fire shoots through the tamarack In scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings; Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings, Who marks for us high summer’s almanac. How instantly the red-coat hurtles back! No fiercer flame has flashed beneath the sky....
The Scholar	Sir Henry Taylor	1820	English	From “Edwin the Fair” THIS life, and all that it contains, to him Is but a tissue of illuminous dreams Filled with book-wisdom, pictured thought and love That on its own creations spends itself. All things he understands, and nothing does. Profusely...
The School Girl	William Henry Venable		English	From some sweet home, the morning train Brings to the city, Five days a week, in sun or rain, Returning like a song’s refrain, A school girl pretty. A wild flower’s unaffected grace Is dainty miss’s; Yet in her shy,...
The School Girl	William Henry Venable		English	From “Saga of the Oaks and other Poems” FROM some sweet home, the morning train Brings to the city, Five days a week, in sun or rain, Returning like a song’s refrain, A school girl pretty. A wild flower’s unaffected grace...
The School of War	Christopher Marlowe	1584	English	From “Tamburlaine” TAMBURLAINE.—But now, my boys, leave off and list to me, That mean to teach you rudiments of war: I ’ll have you learn to sleep upon the ground, March in your armor through watery fens, Sustain the scorching heat and freezing cold,...
The Scurrilous Scribe	Philip Freneau		English	His soul extracted from the public sink, For discord born he splasht around his ink; In scandal foremost, as by scandal fed, He hourly rakes the ashes of the dead. Secure from him no traveller walks the streets, His malice sees a foe in all he meets;...
The Sea	Ralph Waldo Emerson	1823	English	BEHOLD the Sea, The opaline, the plentiful and strong, Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July: Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds, Purger of earth, and medicine of men; Creating a...
The Sea	Lord Byron		English	From “Childe Harold,” Canto IV. THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, ...
The Sea	Bernard Barton	1804	English	Beautiful, sublime, and glorious; Mild, majestic, foaming, free,— Over time itself victorious, Image of eternity! Sun and moon and stars shine o’er thee, See thy surface ebb and flow, Yet attempt not to explore thee In thy...
The Sea	Bryan Waller Procter		English	The Sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth’s wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. I ’m on the sea! I ’m...