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- Some leaves hang late, some fall William Carlos Williams The Soughing Wind
- Some like drink Robert Louis Stevenson Not I
- Some man unworthy to be possessor John Donne Confined Love
- Some may have blamed you that you took away W. B. Yeats Reconciliation
- Some men enjoy the constant strife James Weldon Johnson “Lazy”
- Some one whisper’d yesterday, John Henry Newman A Hermitage
- Some poets they abroad do roam, James McIntyre Snake and Potato Bug
- Some say the world will end in fire, Robert Frost Fire and Ice
- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; William Shakespeare XCVI
- Some souls there are which never live their life; Voltairine de Cleyre To My Mother
- Some that have deeper digg’d love’s mine than I, John Donne Love’s Alchemy
- Some threescore years and ten ago Henry van Dyke Jr. A Fairy Tale
- Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is, Walt Whitman The Pallid Wreath
- Someone (’tis hardly new) has oddly said Ambrose Bierce An Actor
- Something has died when the lily lifts Georgia Douglas Johnson Soul’s Easter
- Something in me was born before the stars Fernando Pessoa XXIV
- Something startles me where I thought I was safest, Walt Whitman This Compost
- Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, Robert Frost Mending Wall
- Sometimes a light surprises William Cowper Joy and Peace in Believing
- Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, James Weldon Johnson The Gift to Sing
- Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, Walt Whitman Sometimes with One I Love
- Somewhere in the book I have read Ring Lardner Mort H. Singer
- Son of a race, whose dusky visage shows Georgia Douglas Johnson To Richard R. Wright—Instructor
- Son of God, thy people shield! John Newton Prayer for the Lord’s Promised Presence
- Son of my woman’s body, you go, to the drum and fife, Robert Louis Stevenson Mater Triumphans
- Son of the old moon-mountains African! John Keats To the Nile
- Son, first-born, at home abiding! George MacDonald Song of the Lonely
- Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main Phillis Wheatley An Hymn to the Evening
- Soon our friends perish, Robert Louis Stevenson Soon Our Friends Perish
- Soon shall the winter’s foil be here; Walt Whitman Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here
- Sorrow is my own yard William Carlos Williams The Widow’s Lament in Springtime
- Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way, John Donne Elegy on the Lord Chancellor
- Soul of a soldier in a poet’s frame, Henry van Dyke Jr. Richard Watson Gilder
- Souls of Poets dead and gone, John Keats Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
- Souls of the Just, I call not you John Henry Newman Sympathy
- Sounds of the winter too, Walt Whitman Sounds of the Winter
- Sovereign grace has power alone John Newton The Two Malefactors
- Spades take up leaves Robert Frost Gathering Leaves
- Spawn of Fantasies Mina Loy Songs to Joannes
- Speak to our hearts, O Father! Say George MacDonald Blessed Are They That Mourn
- Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, John Keats To Spenser
- Spirit here that reignest! John Keats Song
- Spirit that form’d this scene, Walt Whitman Spirit That Form’d This Scene
- Spirit whose work is done—spirit of dreadful hours! Walt Whitman Spirit Whose Work Is Done
- Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side, John Donne XI
- Splendor of ended day floating and filling me, Walt Whitman Song at Sunset
- Spontaneous me, Nature, Walt Whitman Spontaneous Me
- Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring Edgar Lee Masters Rebecca Wasson
- Spring, you are welcome, for you are the friend of Ring Lardner Welcome to Spring
- St. Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was! John Keats The Eve of St. Agnes
- St. Catharines famed for mineral waters James McIntyre St. Catharines
- Stand back, ye messengers of mercy! Stand Henry van Dyke Jr. Mercy for Armenia
- Stand fast, Great Britain! Henry van Dyke Jr. Stand Fast
- Stand on the highest pavement of the stair— T. S. Eliot La Figlia Che Piange
- Stand still, and I will read to thee John Donne A Lecture Upon the Shadow
- Standing aloof in giant ignorance, John Keats To Homer
- Standing within the triple wall of Hell, Ambrose Bierce A Merciful Governor
- Stanford and Huntington, so long at outs, Ambrose Bierce Reconciliation
- Stanford, when recently you gave Tom Fitch Ambrose Bierce An Election Expense
- Star high, George MacDonald Christmas Day and Every Day
- Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born, Walt Whitman Starting from Paumanok
- Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence, Walt Whitman Fancies at Navesink
- Step lightly, stranger: here Jerome B. Cox Ambrose Bierce XXXVIII
- Step, step, step, ’tis her lover’s walk, James McIntyre Her Lover’s Step
- Still as he climbed into the public view Ambrose Bierce “Phil” Crimmins
- Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat Matthew Arnold The River
- Still I bring flowers William Carlos Williams Ad Infinitum
- Still I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Robert Louis Stevenson Still I Love to Rhyme
- Still though the one I sing, Walt Whitman Still Though the One I Sing
- Stoop to a dirty trick or low misdeed? Ambrose Bierce Elihu Root
- Stop—Not to me, at this bitter departing, Matthew Arnold Separation
- Stop, poor sinner! stop and think, John Newton Alarm
- Stout marches lead to certain ends, Robert Louis Stevenson Stout Marches Lead to Certain Ends
- Strange and mysterious is my life, John Newton The Inward Warfare
- Strange are the ways of men, Robert Louis Stevenson Strange Are the Ways of Men
- Strange incidents do happen ever James McIntyre Bear and Falls
- Strange to a sensing motherhood, Georgia Douglas Johnson To Samuel Coleridge-Taylor, Upon Hearing His
- Strange, Langston Hughes Aesthete in Harlem
- Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? Walt Whitman To You
- Stranger, uncover; here you have in view Ambrose Bierce A Trencher-Knight
- Strew on her roses, roses, Matthew Arnold Requiescat
- Strings in the earth and air James Joyce Strings in the Earth and Air
- Strolling at sunset in my native land, Ambrose Bierce Finis Aeternitatis
- Stronger than man-made bars, the chain, Georgia Douglas Johnson My Son
- Strut and wiggle, Langston Hughes To Midnight Nan at Leroy’s
- Study good women and ignore the rest, Ambrose Bierce Woman
- Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am, William Carlos Williams Play
- Successive bards pursue Ambition’s fire Ambrose Bierce Poesy
- Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven W. B. Yeats The Cold Heaven
- Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Walt Whitman Europe
- Suddenly there came to me C. S. Lewis L’Apprenti Sorcier
- Summer fading, winter comes— Robert Louis Stevenson Picture-Books in Winter
- Summer is come again. The sun is bright, George MacDonald Hope Deferred
- Sunday: this satisfied procession T. S. Eliot Spleen
- Supernal Word, proceeding from John Henry Newman Advent—Matins
- Supported by the word, John Newton The Power and Triumph of Faith
- Suppose it is nothing but the hive: Edgar Lee Masters Davis Matlock
- Suppose you stood just five feet two, Edgar Lee Masters Judge Selah Lively
- Surely among a rich man’s flowering lawns, W. B. Yeats Meditations in Time of Civil War
- Surely there, among the great docks, is peace, my mind; William Carlos Williams In Harbor
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.