Envy, A Poem (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Lo! where beside yon verdant plain Sweet Avon winds his way, And smiling laves thy rich demain, Sir Peter Rivers ...
Wrapt in stole of sable grain,With Fogs and DULLNESS in my train,Which damp my voice, and shade my brows,Behold an ...
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