Envy poems

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The Brus Book I

© John Barbour


Storys to rede ar delatibill
Suppos that thai be nocht bot fabill,
Than suld storys that suthfast wer

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Alfred. Book VI.

© Henry James Pye

  But when he views, along the tented field,
  With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
  Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
  In deeper woe the generous hero stands.

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Hymn XIX: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above

© Charles Wesley

Rejoice evermore With angels above,
In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love:
With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim,
Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb.

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The Anti-Politician

© Alexander Brome

ome leave thy care, and love thy friend;

  Live freely, don't despair,

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In an Almshouse

© Augusta Davies Webster

They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.

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The Muses Threnodie: Sixth Muse

© Henry Adamson

From thence we passing by the Windy Gowle,
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle,
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoull,
Where did we shoot at many fox and fowl.

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A Portrait

© Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Tell me, ye prim adepts in Scandal’s school,

Who rail by precept, and detract by rule,

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A Dead Year

© Jean Ingelow

I took a year out of my life and story--
  A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb!
  'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;'
Cased in cedar, and shut in a sacred gloom;
Swathed in linen, and precious unguents old;
Painted with cinnabar, and rich with gold.

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The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII

© Edmund Spenser

THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON, 
OR OF TEMPERAUNCECANTO XIIxlii

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The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa

© William Cowper

I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang

Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe

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Dedication

© Charles Churchill

To Churchill's Sermons.

  The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers

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The Builders

© Henry Van Dyke

ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE

October 21, 1896

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 19

© William Langland

That thow [have thyn askyng], as the lawe asketh
Omnia sunt tua ad defendendum set non ad deprehendendum.'
The viker hadde fer hoom, and faire took his leeve -
And I awakned therwith, and wroot as me mette.

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Give Ear Unto The Gentle Lay

© Paul Verlaine

Give ear unto the gentle lay
That's only sad that it may please;
It is discreet, and light it is:
A whiff of wind o'er buds in May.

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

© Giordano Bruno

  Of those, oh gentle Dames, who with closed urn,
  Present themselves, whose hearts are pierced
  Not for a fault by nature caused,
  But through a cruel fate,
  That in a living death,
  Does hold them fast, we each and all are blind.

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Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England

© Mark Akenside

I.

Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?

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Virgil's First Eclogue

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

TITYRUS.
O Meliboeus, a god for us this leisure created,
For he will be unto me a god forever; his altar
Oftentimes shall imbue a tender lamb from our sheepfolds.
He, my heifers to wander at large, and myself, as thou seest,
On my rustic reed to play what I will, hath permitted.

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Of The Death Of Sir Thomas Wyatt The Elder

© Henry Howard

Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;
  Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain,
  And virtue sank the deeper in his breast;
  Such profit he by envy could obtain.

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Gladys And Her Island

© Jean Ingelow

“Ah, well, but I am here; but I have seen
The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time;
I know the scent of bean-fields; I have heard
The satisfying murmur of the main.”

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Ode To Hope

© James Beattie

I.  1.

O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,