Envy poems

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Love: To A Little Girl

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

When we all lie still

Where churchyard pines their funeral vigil keep,

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The Sea of Death

© Thomas Hood

So lay they garmented in torpid light,
Under the pall of a transparent night,
Like solemn apparitions lull’d sublime
To everlasting rest,—and with them Time
Slept, as he sleeps upon the silent face
Of a dark dial in a sunless place.

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Grand Expensive Vista

© Andrew Hudgins

As we sipped and mingled,

regaled

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The Kalevala - Rune XX

© Elias Lönnrot

THE BREWING OF BEER.


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The Candidate

© Charles Churchill

This poem was written in , on occasion of the contest between the

  Earls of Hardwicke and Sandwich for the High-stewardship of the

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To the Memory of My Beloved the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare

© Benjamin Jonson

To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,

Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;

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The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto III

© Richard Savage


Ye traytors, tyrants, fear his stinging lay!
Ye pow'rs unlov'd, unpity'd in decay!
But know, to you sweet-blossom'd Fame he brings,
Ye heroes, patriots, and paternal kings!

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To Mr. H. Lawes, On His Airs

© Patrick Kavanagh

Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song

 First taught our English music how to span

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Book Of Suleika - Suleika 03

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

ZEPHYR, for thy humid wing,

Oh, how much I envy thee!

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Lines from a Plutocratic Poetaster to a Ditch-digger

© Edwin Morgan

Sullen, grimy, labouring person,

 As I passed you in my car,

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Land

© Agha Shahid Ali

For Christopher Merrill
Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land—
There is no sugar in the promised land.

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Sonnet 69: Oh Joy, Too High For My Low Style

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh joy, too high for my low style to show:
Oh bliss, fit for a nobler state than me:
Envy, put out thine eyes, lest thou do see
What oceans of delight in me do flow.

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A Holocaust

© Francis Thompson

'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had been

torn up by the roots.'

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16

© Alfred Tennyson

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
 I feel it, when I sorrow most;
 'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

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The Bushman

© Anonymous

When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleep
For thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;
His ships may be cast away or taken in a war,
So him alone we'll envy not, who true bushmen are.

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Paradise Lost: Book I (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.

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Under The Rose

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Oh the rose of keenest thorn!
One hidden summer morn
Under the rose I was born.

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On the Lord General Fairfax at the Siege of Colchester

© Patrick Kavanagh

Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings


 Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,

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Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part III.

© Henry James Pye

  Arm'd in her cause, on Chalgrave's fatal plain,
  Where sorrowing Freedom mourns her Hambden slain,
  Say, shall the moralizing bard presume
  From his proud hearse to tear one warlike plume,
  Because a Cæsar or a Cromwell wore
  An impious wreath, wet with their country's gore?