Look up, thou seed of envy, and still bring Thy faint, and narrow eyes, to read the king In his great actions: view whom his large hand, Hath raised to be the port unto his land! Weston! That waking man! That eye of state! Who seldom sleeps! Whom bad men only hate! Why do I irritate, or stir up thee, Thou sluggish spawn, that canst, but wilt not see! Feed on thyself for spite, and show thy kind: To virtue, and true worth, be ever blind. Dream thou couldst hurt it, but before thou wake, To effect it; feel, thou hast made thine own heart ache. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 44. FAREWELL TO JULIET (6) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHRONICLE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE APPEARANCES by ROBERT BROWNING HOW THE SONG WAS MADE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 3 by JOHN BYROM |