Envy poems

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The Garden

© James Shirley

This Garden does not take my eyes,
Though here you show how art of men
Can purchase Nature at a price
Would stock old Paradise again.

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The Song Of Theodolinda

© George Meredith

Mark the skeleton of fire
Lightening from its thunder-roof:
So comes this that saw expire
Him we love, for our behoof!
Red of heat, O white of heat,
This from off the Cross we greet.

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A Letter To A Friend,

© Mary Barber

The firmest, and the fairest Fame
Is ever Envy's surest Aim:
But if it stand her Rage, unmov'd,
Like Gold, in fiery Furnace prov'd;
Unbiass'd Truth, your Virtues Friend,
Will more exalt you in the End.

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Elegy X. To Fortune, Suggesting His Motive for Repining at Her Dispensations

© William Shenstone

Ask not the cause why this rebellious tongue
Loads with fresh curses thy detested sway!
Ask not, thus branded in my softest song,
Why stands the flatter'd name, which all obey!

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The Poet, The Oyster, And Sensitive Plant

© William Cowper

An Oyster, cast upon the shore,

Was heard, though never heard before,

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter III - The Other Half-Rome

© Robert Browning

ANOTHER DAY that finds her living yet,

Little Pompilia, with the patient brow

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The Parish Register - Part III: Burials

© George Crabbe

drown'd.
"Is this a landsman's love? Be certain then,
"We part for ever!"--and they cried, "Amen!"
  His words were truth's:- Some forty summers

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Ode XIII: On Lyric Poetry

© Mark Akenside

I. 1.

Once more I join the Thespian choir,

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III: To Sir Robert Wroth

© Benjamin Jonson

How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth,

 Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!

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Whitsunday

© Alessandro Manzoni

  Mother of the sons of God,

  Image of the house supernal,

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Tale XXI

© George Crabbe

rise;
Not there the wise alone their entrance find,
Imparting useful light to mortals blind;
But, blind themselves, these erring guides hold out
Alluring lights to lead us far about;
Screen'd by such means, here Scandal whets her

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Childhood

© Anne Bradstreet

Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,

A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,

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Envy And Avarice

© Victor Marie Hugo

The only words that Avarice could utter,
Her constant doom, in a low, frightened mutter,
  "There's not enough, enough, yet in my store!"
While Envy, as she scanned the glittering sight,
Groaned as she gnashed her yellow teeth with spite,
  "She's more than me, more, still forever more!"

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Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter IV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How shall I take up this vain parable
And ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,
The principles of good and evil thought,
Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought

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A poem, Sacred to the Glorious memory of King George

© Richard Savage


He said.-Again, with Majesty refin'd,
Up-wing'd to Realms of Bliss, th'Ætherial Mind.

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To My Friend - Ode III

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

BE void of feeling!
A heart that soon is stirr'd,
Is a possession sad
Upon this changing earth.

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The Kalevala - Rune XVII

© Elias Lönnrot

WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.


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On The Death Of A Child

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Sweet flower! with flowers I strew thy narrow bed!

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell! ~ Shakespeare.

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Truth

© Geoffrey Chaucer

  Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e},
  Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
  For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelness{.e},
  Prees hath envye, and wel{.e} blent overal.

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The Cageing Of Ares

© George Meredith

[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]

How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed