Envy poems

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© George Gordon Byron

Let Folly smile, to view the names
Of thee and me in friendship twined;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
To love, than rank with vice combined.

Tell Me No More How Fair She Is

© Henry King

TELL me no more how fair she is,

I have no minde to hear

An Unfortunate Likeness

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I'VE painted SHAKESPEARE all my life -
"An infant" (even then at "play"!)
"A boy," with stage-ambition rife,
Then "Married to ANN HATHAWAY."

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 1

© Publius Vergilius Maro

ARMS, and the man I sing, who, forcd by fate,

And haughty Junos unrelenting hate,

Not in the mist of legendary ages,
Which in sad moments men call long ago,
And people with bards, heroes, saints, and sages,
And virtues vanished, since we do not know,
But here to-day wherein we all grow old,
But only we, this Tale of True Love will be told.

The Borough. Letter V: The Election

© George Crabbe

YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,

Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;

Theory Of Truth

© Robinson Jeffers

(Reference to The Women at Point Sur)

I stand near Soberanes Creek, on the knoll over the sea, west of

My Four Little Johnny-Cakes

© Anonymous

Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
With a toadskin in my pocket, that I borrowed from a friend,
Oh, isn't it nice and cosy to be camping in the bend!

The Shepherd and the Philosopher

© John Gay

A deep philosopher (whose rules
Of moral life were drawn from schools)
The shepherd's homely cottage sought,
And thus explor'd his reach of thought.

Your Picture

© Boris Pasternak

It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now,
You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints,
You who wring your hands yet are unwilling to go,
You whose guests stay for hours sharing sadness and joys.

Gotham - Book II

© Charles Churchill

How much mistaken are the men who think

That all who will, without restraint may drink,

Porphyrion

Yet into vacancy the troubled heart
Brings its own fullness: and Porphyrion found
The void a prison, and in the silence chains.

Marmion: Canto V. - The Court

Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone;
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

A Boy And His Dad

A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-

There is a glorious fellowship!

The Tears of the Poplars

HATH not the dark stream closed above thy head,
With envy of thy light, thou shining one?
Hast thou not, murmuring, made thy dreamless bed
Where blooms the asphodel, far from all sun?
But thouthou dost obtain oblivious ease,
While here we rock and moanthy funeral trees.