Envy poems

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Echo to Him Who Complains

© Mary Darby Robinson

O FLY thee from the shades of night,
Where the loud tempests yelling rise;
Where horrror wings her sullen flight
Beneath the bleak and lurid skies.

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Ainsi Va le Monde

© Mary Darby Robinson

While motley mumm'ry holds her tinsel reign,
SHAKSPERE might write, and GARRICK act in vain:
True Wit recedes, when blushing Reason views
This spurious offspring of the banish'd Muse.

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter VIII - Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis

© Robert Browning

(Virgil, now, should not be too difficult
To Cinoncino,—say the early books . . .
Pen, truce to further gambols! Poscimur!)

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The Borough. Letter XXIII: Prisons

© George Crabbe

'TIS well--that Man to all the varying states

Of good and ill his mind accommodates;

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Ballade of an Omnibus

© Amy Levy

Princess, your splendour you require,
I, my simplicity; agree
Neither to rate lower nor higher.
An omnibus suffices me.

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The Other Side of a Mirror

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Her lips were open - not a sound
Came though the parted lines of red,
Whate'er it was, the hideous wound
In silence and secret bled.
No sigh relieved her speechless woe,
She had no voice to speak her dread.

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A Voice From The Factories

© Caroline Norton

WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven,
Forth to a world of labour, death, and care;
Still, of his native Eden, bounteous Heaven
Resolved one brief memorial to spare,

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Penance

© John McCrae

My lover died a century ago,
Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,
Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know
The peace of death.

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Helen In Hollywood

© Judy Grahn

She writes in red red lipstick
on the window of her body,
long for me, oh need me!
Parts her lips like a lotus.

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To A Lady Who Commanded Me To Send Her An Account In Verse

© Mary Barber

How I succeed, you kindly ask;
Yet set me on a grievous Task,
When you oblige me to rehearse,
The Censures past upon my Verse.

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Yes, Mary Ann, I Freely Grant

© Amelia Opie

Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant,
The charms of Henry's eyes I see;
But while I gaze, I something want,
I want those eyes - to gaze on me.

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The shut-eye train

© Eugene Field

Come, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to see
As the evening shadows fall;
In your pretty cap and gown,

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Veni, Vidi, Vixi (French & English)

© Victor Marie Hugo

J'ai bien assez vécu, puisque dans mes douleurs
Je marche, sans trouver de bras qui me secourent,
Puisque je ris à peine aux enfants qui m'entourent,
Puisque je ne suis plus réjoui par les fleurs ;

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Kangaroo Power

© Henry Lawson

NOW, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat,

And German professors may take a back seat,

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Paradise Lost : Book XI.

© John Milton


Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood

Praying; for from the mercy-seat above

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The Miller Of Dee

© Charles Mackay

There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,

Beside the river Dee;

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Boris Godunov

© Alexander Pushkin

Boyars, The People, Inspectors, Officers, Attendants, Guests,
a Boy in attendance on Prince Shuisky, a Catholic Priest, a
Polish Noble, a Poet, an Idiot, a Beggar, Gentlemen, Peasants,
Guards, Russian, Polish, and German Soldiers, a Russian
Prisoner of War, Boys, an old Woman, Ladies, Serving-women.

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To Stella Visiting Me in My Sickness

© Jonathan Swift

Pallas, observing Stella's wit
Was more than for her sex was fit,
And that her beauty, soon or late,
Might breed confusion in the state,

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Faringdon Hill. Book I

© Henry James Pye

What various objects scatter'd round us lie,
And charm on every side the curious eye!—
Amidst such ample stores, how shall the Muse
Know where to turn her sight, and which to choose?—