Envy poems

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Phrenology

© William Schwenck Gilbert

"COME, collar this bad man -
Around the throat he knotted me
Till I to choke began -
In point of fact, garotted me!"

Quatrains Of Life

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?

Dead-Maid's-Pool

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Aye, aye, I envy thee,
Pitiful ash-tree!

The Ringlet

© Caroline Norton

Change!--thou wert all life's scenery:
To me, the billowy, bounding wave--
The wide green earth--the far blue sky,
Form but the landscape of thy grave!

A Parson's Letter To A Young Poet

They said: "We, rich by him, are rich by more;
One Aeschylus found watchfires on a hill
That lit Old Night's three daughters to their work;
When the forlorn Fate leaned to their red light
And sat a-spinning, to her feet he came
And marked her till she span off all her thread.

Pot And Kettle

© Robert Graves

Come close to me, dear Annie, while I bind a lover's knot.
A tale of burning love between a kettle and a pot.
The pot was stalwart iron and the kettle trusty tin,
And though their sides were black with smoke they bubbled love within.

Vision Of Columbus - Book 9

© Joel Barlow

Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,

Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.

Satyr XI. The Court

© Thomas Parnell

What greater dangers can be mett with there
Where lions rage & dragons poison air
With open forces to destroy they run
& can be shunnd because they can be known
But at ye court the Lions like the deer
& dragons like the gentle lambs appear

The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

PHILIP [aside]. If to find my death I come,
Why precipitate my doom?
But so patient who could be
As to not desire to see
What impends, how dark its gloom?

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 7

© Publius Vergilius Maro

AND thou, O matron of immortal fame,

Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name;

Italy : 41. An Adventure

© Samuel Rogers

Three days they lay in ambush at my gate,
Then sprung and led me captive. Many a wild
We traversed; but Rusconi, 'twas no less,
Marched by my side, and, when I thirsted, climbed

To John Milton

© John Clare

Poet of mighty power, I fain
Would court the muse that honoured thee,
And, like Elisha's spirit, gain
A part of thy intensity;
And share the mantle which she flung
Around thee, when thy lyre was strung.

Margrave

© Robinson Jeffers

But who is our judge? It is likely the enormous
Beauty of the world requires for completion our ghostly increment,
It has to dream, and dream badly, a moment of its night.

Introduction: Pippa Passes

Now wait!-even I already seem to share
In God's love: what does New-year's hymn declare?
What other meaning do these verses bear?

In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley

I.

In ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,

Song

O STAY, Madonna! stay;
'Tis not the dawn of day
That marks the skies with yonder opal streak:
The stars in silence shine;
Then press thy lips to mine,
And rest upon my neck thy fervid cheek.

Envy

It's a bigger thing you're doing than the most of us have done;
We have lived the days of pleasure; now the gray days have begun,
And upon your manly shoulders fall the burdens of the strife;
Yours must be the sacrifices of the trial time of life.
Oh, I don't know how to say it, but I'll never think of you
Without wishing I were sharing in the work you have to do.