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ENVY.
Where spacious oak-trees thrive in rustling state,
No fragile saplings quiver with weak hate.
No fragile saplings quiver with weak hate.
Where palaces loom proud in sculptured height,
No lowlier roofs desire the earthquake's might.
No lowlier roofs desire the earthquake's might.
Where groups of chaste-urned lilies whitely blow,
Dark soilure does not crave their balmy snow.
Dark soilure does not crave their balmy snow.
Yet what life ever towered, sublimely sweet,
But sneers, like adders, hissed about its feet?
But sneers, like adders, hissed about its feet?
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