- Sadly as some old mediæval knight
- Said Life to Death: Methinks, if I were you
- Said the archangels, moving in their glory
- Sarvent, Marster! Yes, sah, dat ’s me
- Saturnian mother! why dost thou devour
- Say, in a hut of mean estate
- Says Stonewall Jackson to Little Phil
- Say there! P’r’aps
- Science long watched the realms of space
- Scorn not the sonnet, though its strength be sapped
- Seal thou the window! Yea, shut out the light
- See, from this counterfeit of him
- See, yonder, the belfry tower
- Serene, I fold my hands and wait
- Serene, vast head, with silver cloud of hair
- Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden
- Shakespeare and Milton—what third blazoned name
- She came among the gathering crowd
- She came and stood in the Old South Church
- She came and went as comes and goes
- She comes like the hush and beauty of the night
- She comes—the spirit of the dance!
- She dances
- She dreams of Love upon the temple stair
- She felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can
- She has gone to be with the angels
- She knew that she was growing blind
- She leaned her cheek upon her hand
- She lives in light, not shadow
- She might have known it in the earlier Spring
- Shepherd, wilt thou take counsel of the bird
- She roves through shadowy solitudes
- She sees her image in the glass
- She’s had a Vassar education
- She sits within the white oak hall
- She ’s loveliest of the festal throng
- She told the story, and the whole world wept
- She wanders up and down the main
- She was a beauty in the days
- She was so little—little in her grave
- Sigh not for love,—the ways of love are dark!
- Silence and Solitude may hint
- Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird
- Silence was envious of the only voice
- Silent amidst unbroken silence deep
- “Since Cleopatra died!” Long years are past
- Since o’er thy footstool here below
- Sing me a sweet, low song of night
- Sin-satiate, and haggard with despair
- ’Skeeters am a hummin’ on de honeysuckle vine
- Skin creamy as the furled magnolia bud
- Skirting the river road (my forenoon walk, my rest)
- Sleep, love, sleep!
- Sleep, Motley, with the great of ancient days
- Sleep, sleep, sleep
- Sleep sweetly in your humble graves
- Slow, groping giant, whose unsteady limbs
- Slowly by God’s hand unfurled
- Snare me the soul of a dragon-fly
- Snatch the departing mood
- So all day long I followed through the fields
- Soe, Mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne
- So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
- Softer than silence, stiller than still air
- Softly!
- Softly now the light of day
- Soft on the sunset sky
- Soft-sandalled twilight, handmaid of the night
- Soft-throated South, breathing of summer’s ease
- So happy were Columbia’s eight
- Solemnly, mournfully
- So Love is dead that has been quick so long!
- Some space beyond the garden close
- Some tell us ’t is a burnin’ shame
- Something, it may be, you and I
- Something more than the lilt of the strain
- Sometimes, when after spirited debate
- Some time there ben a lyttel boy
- Somewhat apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas
- Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space
- Sorrow, my friend
- So that soldierly legend is still on its journey
- So, the powder ’s low, and the larder ’s clean
- Soul of a tree ungrown, new life out of God’s life proceeding
- Soul, wherefore fret thee? Striving still to throw
- Southrons, hear your country call you!
- Sparkling and bright in liquid light
- Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
- Speechless Sorrow sat with me
- Spirit of “fire and dew”
- Spirit of song, whose shining wings have borne
- Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou
- Spring came with tiny lances thrusting
- Spruce Macaronis, and pretty to see
- Stand! the ground’s your own, my braves!
- Star-dust and vaporous light
- Star of the North! though night winds drift
- Stars of the summer night!
- Stern be the pilot in the dreadful hour
- Still as I move thou movest
- Still sits the school-house by the road
- Still thirteen years: ’t is autumn now
- Still though the one I sing
- Stop on the Appian Way
- Strain, strain thine eyes, this parting is for aye!
- Strong in thy steadfast purpose, be
- St. Stephen’s cloistered hall was proud
- Such hints as untaught Nature yields!
- Such is the death the soldier dies
- Such natural debts of love our Oxford knows
- Such times as windy moods do stir
- Sullen and dull, in the September day
- Summer is fading; the broad leaves that grew
- Superb and sole, upon a plumëd spray
- Sure and exact,—the master’s quiet touch
- Sweet bell of Stratford, tolling slow
- Sweet-breathed and young
- Sweet child of April, I have found thy place
- Sweetest of all childlike dreams
- Sweet eyes by sorrow still unwet
- Sweet little maid with winsome eyes
- Sweet names, the rosary of my evening prayer
- Sweet Robin, I have heard them say
- Sweet saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight
- Sweet, sweet, sweet
- Sweet wooded way in life, forgetful Sleep!
- Sweet World, if you will hear me now
- Swept by the hot wind, stark, untrackable
- Swift across the palace floor
- Swift o’er the sunny grass
- Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found
- Swords crossed,—but not in strife!
- Take all of me,—I am thine own, heart, soul
- Tall, sombre, grim, against the morning sky
- Tameless in his stately pride, along the lake of islands
- Teach me the secret of thy loveliness
- Tell me not, in mournful numbers
- Tell me what sail the seas
- Tell me, wide wandering soul, in all thy quest
- Thank God that shall judge my soul, not man!
- Thanksgiving to the gods!
- That face which no man ever saw
- That night I think that no one slept
- That sovereign thought obscured? That vision clear
- That year? Yes, doubtless I remember still
- The Actor’s dead, and memory alone
- The Angel came by night
- The autumn seems to cry for thee
- The autumn time is with us. Its approach
- The banquet-cups, of many a hue and shape
- The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze
- The Beautiful, which mocked his fond pursuing
- The beauty of the northern dawns
- The bees in the clover are making honey, and I am making my hay
- The birds have hid, the winds are low
- The birds their love-notes warble
- The blackcaps pipe among the reeds
- The brave young city by the Balboa seas
- The bright sea washed beneath her feet
- The cactus towers, straight and tall
- The cold blast at the casement beats
- The colonel rode by his picket-line
- The countless stars, which to our human eye
- The crocuses in the Square
- The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep
- The day unfolds like a lotus bloom
- The despot’s heel is on thy shore
- The dew is on the heather
- The dirge is sung, the ritual said
- The dragon-fly and I together
- The ducats take! I ’ll sign the bond to-day
- The eagle, did ye see him fall?
- The eagle of the armies of the West
- The earth seems a desolate mother
- Thee finds me in the garden, Hannah
- The fair Pamela came to town
- The faithful helm commands the keel
- The fields were silent, and the woodland drear
- The fifth from the north wall
- The fire upon the hearth is low
- The flying sea-bird mocked the floating dulse
- The folk who lived in Shakespeare’s day
- The fresh, bright bloom of the daffodils
- The garden beds I wandered by
- The garden within was shaded
- The general dashed along the road
- The ghosts of flowers went sailing
- The golden-robin came to build his nest
- The grandeur of this earthly round
- The grass hung wet on Rydal banks
- The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green
- The gray waves rock against the gray skyline
- The great Republic goes to war
- The Grecian Muse, to earth who bore
- The groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned
- The half-world’s width divides us; where she sits
- The handful here, that once was Mary’s earth
- The hand that swept the sounding lyre
- The heart soars up like a bird
- The heavens are our riddle; and the sea
- The heavy mists have crept away
- The hours I spent with thee, dear heart
- The imperial boy had fallen in his pride
- The innocent, sweet Day is dead
- The knell that dooms the voiceless and obscure
- The knightliest of the knightly race
- The life of man
- The light of spring
- The light that fills thy house at morn
- The little gate was reached at last
- The little toy dog is covered with dust
- The long, gray moss that softly swings
- The love of man and woman is as fire
- The man in righteousness arrayed
- The man that joins in life’s career
- The man who frets at worldly strife
- The May sun sheds an amber light
- The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year
- The mill goes toiling slowly around
- The monarch sat on his judgment-seat
- The moonbeams over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring
- The moon has left the sky
- The morning is cheery, my boys, arouse!
- The mother-heart doth yearn at eventide
- The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat
- The Muses wrapped in mysteries of light
- The name thou wearest does thee grievous wrong
- The new moon hung in the sky
- The news! our morning, noon, evening cry
- The night that has no star lit up by God
- The night was dark and fearful
- The night was thick and hazy
- Then saw I, with gray eyes fulfilled of rest
- The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes
- The osprey sails above the sound
- The Past walks here, noiseless, unasked, alone
- The Pilgrim Fathers,—where are they?
- The play was done
- The poet’s secret I must know
- The promise of these fragrant flowers
- The Puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church
- The quarry whence thy form majestic sprung
- The Queen sat in her balcony
- There are gains for all our losses
- There are gains for all our losses
- There are harps that complain to the presence of night
- There are one or two things I should just like to hint
- There are some quiet ways
- There, as she sewed, came floating through her head
- There be many kinds of parting—yes, I know
- There came to port last Sunday night
- The red rose whispers of passion
- There in his room, whene’er the moon looks in
- There is a city, builded by no hand
- There is a clouded city, gone to rest
- There is an hour of peaceful rest
- There is a race from eld descent
- There is a sound I would not hear
- There is no dearer lover of lost hours
- There is no rhyme that is half so sweet
- There! little girl, don’t cry!
- There’s a song in the air!
- There’s beauty in the deep
- There smiled the smooth Divine, unused to wound
- There ’s not a breath the dewy leaves to stir
- There’s something in a noble boy
- There stood an unsold captive in the mart
- There was a captain-general who ruled in Vera Cruz
- There was a gay maiden lived down by the mill
- There was a land where lived no violets
- There was a man who watched the river flow
- There was a rose-tree grew so high
- There was a rover from a western shore
- There was a time when Death and I
- The rising moon has hid the stars
- The river widens to a pathless sea
- The road is left that once was trod
- The Rose aloft in sunny air
- The roses of yesteryear
- The royal feast was done; the King
- The ruddy poppies bend and bow
- The Saviour, bowed beneath his cross, climbed up the dreary hill
- The scarlet tide of summer’s life
- The sea-bound landsman, looking back to shore
- These are my scales to weigh reality
- These lands are clothed in burning weather
- The shadows lay along Broadway
- The shapes that frowned before the eyes
- The skies are low, the winds are slow
- The skies they were ashen and sober
- The skilful listener, he, methinks, may hear
- The snow had begun in the gloaming
- The song-birds? are they flown away?
- The soul of the world is abroad to-night
- The south-wind brings
- The sparrow told it to the robin
- The speckled sky is dim with snow
- The spinner twisted her slender thread
- The Spirit of Earth with still, restoring hands
- The spring came earlier on
- The stars know a secret
- The sudden thrust of speech is no mean test
- The sun comes up and the sun goes down
- The sun had set
- The sun has kissed the violet sea
- The sun is sinking over hill and sea
- The Sun looked from his everlasting skies
- The sun set, but set not his hope
- The sunshine of thine eyes
- The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
- The swallow is flying over
- The tide rises, the tide falls
- The tide slips up the silver sand
- The time is come to speak, I think
- The town of Hay is far away
- The trembling train clings to the leaning wall
- The trump hath blown
- The turtle on yon withered bough
- The twilight hours like birds flew by
- The vicomte is wearing a brow of gloom
- The village sleeps, a name unknown, till men
- The voice of England is a trumpet tone
- The wakening bugles cut the night
- The wars we wage
- The water sings along our keel
- The waves forever move
- The wayfarer
- The weather-leech of the topsail shivers
- The whelp that nipped its mother’s dug in turning from her breast
- The wilderness a secret keeps
- The wild geese, flying in the night, behold
- The Willis are out to-night
- The wind blows wild on Bos’n Hill
- The wind exultant swept
- The wind of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek
- The winds have talked with him confidingly
- The wintry blast goes wailing by
- The wise forget, dear heart
- The word of God to Leyden came
- The wreath that star-crowned Shelley gave
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