Sympathy poems

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No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now;Depart in peace, thy little life is safe,For I have scanned thy form with curious eye,Noted the silver line that streaks thy back,The azure and the orange that divideThy velvet sides; thee, houseless wanderer,My garment has enfolded, and my armFelt the light pressure of thy hairy feet;Thou hast curled round my finger; from its tip,Precipitous descent! with stretched out neck,Bending thy head in airy vacancy,This way and that, inquiring, thou hast seemedTo ask protection; now, I cannot kill thee

The Sympathy of Angels

© Arthur James

Being of tragic bentwe incline to the future

The Claim

© Edith Nesbit

OH! I admit I'm dull and poor,
And plain and gloomy, as you tell me;
And dozens flock around your door
Who in all points but one excel me.

Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference

© William Cowper

And dwells there in a female heart,
By bounteous heaven design'd
The choicest raptures to impact,
To feel the most refined;

To Rafael

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Thine was the scheme, and worthy to be thine,
O Painter--Poet! with care and regu'lar toil,
To raise those marvels from the' entombing soil
With which Greek Art made Rome a place divine.

Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon

A.
By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.

Forby Sutherland

© George Gordon McCrae

A LANE of elms in June;the air

Of eve is cool and calm and sweet.

England To Ireland

© William Watson

Spouse whom my sword in the olden time won me,

Winning me hatred more sharp than a sword--

The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius

© Robert Browning

Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.

Out With The World

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I'm out with all the world to-day,

So all the world to me is grey,

The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Second Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

Now begins the enthusiast to display the affections and uncover the
wounds which are for a sign in his body, and in substance or essence in
his soul, and he says thus:

Columbus

One poor day!--
Remember whose and not how short it is!
It is God's day, it is Columbus's.
A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,
Is more than time enough to find a world.

To A Lady Who Spoke Slightingly Of Poets

Oh, censure not the Poet's art,
Nor think it chills the feeling heart
To love the gentle Muses.
Can that which in a stone or flower,
As if by transmigrating power,
His gen'rous soul infuses;

Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth

She, at that,
Looked blindly in his face, as when one looks
Through driving autumn-rains to find the sky.
He went on speaking.

Ode To a Young Lady

© John Logan

Maria, bright with beauty's glow,
In conscious gayety you go
The pride of all the park:
Attracted groups in silence gaze
And soft behind you hear the praise,
And whisper of the spark.