English poem
Xviii
O poor enviers! God’s own gifts Have a devil for the weak. Yea, the very force that lifts Finds the vessel’s secret leak. Red of heat, I rise o’er all: White of heat, I faint, I fall.
Versos English George Meredith Xviii
Versos English George Meredith Xviii
English poem
O poor enviers! God’s own gifts Have a devil for the weak. Yea, the very force that lifts Finds the vessel’s secret leak. Red of heat, I rise o’er all: White of heat, I faint, I fall.