Poems on the topic: weakness

Poems on the topic “weakness” on Poets.by.

RomanticPercy Bysshe Shelley

To Sophia [Miss Stacey]

Thou art fair, and few are fairer Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean; They are robes that fit the wearer-- Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion Ever falls and shifts and glances As the life within them dances. Thy deep eyes, a double Planet, Gaze the wisest into madness With soft clear fire,--the winds that fan it Are those thoughts of tender gladness Which, like zephyrs on the billow, Make thy gentle soul their pillow. If, whatever face thou paintest In those eyes, grows pale with pleasure, If the fainting soul is faintest When it hears thy harp's wild measure,
RomanticRobert Herrick

THE PRIMROSE

Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you This Primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew? I will whisper to your ears,-- The sweets of love are mixt with tears. Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending, yet it doth not break? I will answer,--these discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.
ContemplativePercy Bysshe Shelley

Fragments Supposed to Be Parts of Otho

Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil, Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind, Have ever grieved that man should be the spoil Of his own weakness, and with earnest mind Fed hopes of its redemption; these recur Chastened by deathful victory now, and find Foundations in this foulest age, and stir Me whom they cheer to be their minister. Dark is the realm of grief: but human things Those may not know who cannot weep for them. ... Once more descend The shadows of my soul upon mankind, For to those hearts with which they never blend, Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing mind From the swift clouds which track its flight of fire,
SadEmily Dickinson

It would have starved a Gnat --

It would have starved a Gnat -- To live so small as I -- And yet I was a living Child -- With Food's necessity Upon me -- like a Claw -- I could no more remove Than I could coax a Leech away -- Or make a Dragon -- move -- Not like the Gnat -- had I -- The privilege to fly And seek a Dinner for myself -- How mightier He -- than I -- Nor like Himself -- the Art Upon the Window Pane To gad my little Being out -- And not begin -- again --

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