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- Shy one, shy one, W. B. Yeats To an Isle in the Water
- Sickness brought me this W. B. Yeats A Friend’s Illness
- Sight, hearing, feeling, taste, and smell. John Newton Faith a New and Comprehensive Sense
- Sign of the Love Divine Henry van Dyke Jr. The Red Cross
- Silent and amazed even when a little boy, Walt Whitman A Child’s Amaze
- Silent before the jury, Edgar Lee Masters Mrs. Merritt
- Silent, the Lord of the world Matthew Arnold Men of Genius
- Silently she’s combing, James Joyce Silently She’s Combing
- ’Simmons ripenin’ in de fall, James Weldon Johnson ’Possum Song
- “Simon beware,” the Saviour said— John Newton The Believer’s Danger, Safety, and Duty
- Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging, Walt Whitman The First Dandelion
- Sin enslaved me many years, William Cowper The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy
- Sin has undone our wretched race. William Cowper Pleading for and with Youth
- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye William Shakespeare LXII
- Sin, when view’d by Scripture light, John Newton Sin’s Deceit
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, William Shakespeare LXV
- Since Christ embraced the cross itself, dare I John Donne The Cross
- Since he began to talk and sing, Ring Lardner Speech Economy
- Since I am coming to that Holy room, John Donne Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness
- Since I am sworn to live my life, Robert Louis Stevenson Since I Am Sworn to Live My Life
- Since I left you, Anne, Langston Hughes A Letter to Anne
- Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; William Shakespeare CXIII
- Since long ago, a child at home, Robert Louis Stevenson To an Island Princess
- Since she must go, and I must mourn, come night, John Donne His Parting from Her
- Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt John Donne XVII
- Since thou hast given me this good hope, O God, Robert Louis Stevenson Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God
- Since years ago forevermore Robert Louis Stevenson Since Years Ago for Evermore
- Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still, Robert Louis Stevenson Sing Clearlier, Muse, or Evermore Be Still
- Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Robert Louis Stevenson Sing Me a Song of a Lad That Is Gone
- Singing black boatmen Langston Hughes Fog
- Singing my days, Walt Whitman Passage to India
- Sinner, art thou still secure? John Newton Prepare to Meet God
- Sinners, hear the Saviour’s call, John Newton Invitation
- Sir Impycu Lacquit, from over the sea, Ambrose Bierce In High Life
- Sir Muscle speaks, and nations bend the ear: Ambrose Bierce Quintessence
- Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls, John Donne To Sir Henry Wotton
- Sir, though—I thank God for it—I do hate John Donne Satire II
- Sir, you have killed a man and you are free— Ambrose Bierce To One Acquitted
- Sir, you’re a veteran, revealed Ambrose Bierce To One Detested
- Sister darling, ope the window, let the balmy air once more Mary Weston Fordham The Dying Girl
- Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and three parts shell, Wilfred Owen A Terre
- Six hundred miles north of Cape Flattery, James McIntyre Whale and Its Foes
- Skin as black an’ jes as sof’ as a velvet dress, James Weldon Johnson Dat Gal o’ Mine
- Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Walt Whitman The Dalliance of the Eagles
- Slain as they lay by the secret, slow, Ambrose Bierce A Year’s “Casualties”
- Sleek black boys in a cabaret. Langston Hughes Harlem Night Club
- Sleep fell upon my senses and I dreamed Ambrose Bierce Contentment
- Sleep has refresh’d our limbs, we spring John Henry Newman Matins—Monday
- Sleep now, O sleep now, James Joyce Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
- Sleep, Christian warrior, sleep, Mary Weston Fordham To Rev. Thaddeus Saltus
- Sleep, love sleep, Mary Weston Fordham Serenade
- Sleep, sleep, old sun, thou canst not have repass’d, John Donne Resurrection, Imperfect
- Slowly o’er his darkened features Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Dying Fugitive
- Small Elena Mina Loy Babies in Hospital
- Small is the trust when love is green Robert Louis Stevenson Small Is the Trust When Love Is Green
- Small Scotland nobly held its own James McIntyre Canada’s Resources
- Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest—namely, One’s-Self—a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing. Walt Whitman Small the Theme of My Chant
- Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals, John Keats To My Brothers
- Smiles do not always echo cheer, Georgia Douglas Johnson Transpositions
- Smooth it slides upon its travel, Robert Louis Stevenson Looking-Glass River
- Snow: William Carlos Williams Blizzard
- So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, Wilfred Owen Parable of the Old Men and the Young
- So am I as the rich, whose blessed key William Shakespeare LII
- So are you to my thoughts as food to life, William Shakespeare LXXV
- So art thou broken in upon me, Apollo, William Carlos Williams An After Song
- Só de ouro falso os meus olhos se douram; Mário de Sá-Carneiro ESTÁTUA FALSA
- So far as I conceive the World’s rebuke Matthew Arnold The World’s Triumphs
- So is it not with me as with that Muse William Shakespeare XXI
- So like a boundless, soundless sea Georgia Douglas Johnson Love’s Miracle
- So live, so love, so use that fragile hour, Robert Louis Stevenson So Live, So Love, So Use That Fragile Hour
- So long, Langston Hughes Afro-American Fragment
- So oft as I with state of present time Edmund Spenser The Legend of Artegall, or of Justice
- So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse William Shakespeare LXXVIII
- So on the floor lay Balder dead; and round Matthew Arnold Balder Dead
- So piteously the lonely soul of man C. S. Lewis Dungeon Grates
- So shall I live, supposing thou art true, William Shakespeare XCIII
- So sweet the hour—so calm the time, Edgar Allan Poe Serenade
- So, Beecher’s dead. His was a great soul, too— Ambrose Bierce The Pied Piper of Brooklyn
- So, Estee, you are still alive! I thought Ambrose Bierce A Jack-at-All-Views
- So, gentle critics, you would have me tilt, Ambrose Bierce Substance or Shadow
- So, Hall McAllister, you’ll not be warned— Ambrose Bierce To an Insolent Attorney
- So, in the Sunday papers you, Del Mar, Ambrose Bierce Thersites
- So, Juror Simpson, you got drunk Ambrose Bierce Contempt of Court
- So, now I have confess’d that he is thine, William Shakespeare CXXXIV
- So, Parson Stebbins, you’ve released your chin Ambrose Bierce Censor Literarum
- So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, John Donne The Expiration
- So, Waterman, you would not serve again Ambrose Bierce A Soaring Toad
- So, you’re the chaplain! You needn’t say what you have come for; I can guess. Voltairine de Cleyre Betrayed
- Soft hangs the opiate in the brain, Maria Lowell An Opium Fantasy
- Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone, James Weldon Johnson Down by the Carib Sea
- Some are unable, as you know, Robert Williams Wood The Crow; The Crocus
- Some day Georgia Douglas Johnson Perspective
- Some day I shall be dead, and pride Georgia Douglas Johnson Estrangement
- Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed, Robert Louis Stevenson To My Name-Child
- Some day, I think, there will be people enough Edward Thomas The Lane
- Some days when the work’s a bit slack, Ring Lardner Col. L. M. Nicolson
- Some do boast of their pedigrees, James McIntyre Lines on Salford
- Some eyes condemn the earth they gaze upon: Edward Thomas Some Eyes Condemn
- Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, William Shakespeare XCI
- Some guys—we’ve all met quite a few— Ring Lardner A. F. Brockman
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.