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Friend and Lover When psyche’s friend becomes her lover, How sweetly these conditions blend! But, oh, what anguish to discover Her lover has become—her friend! Poet: Mary Ainge De Vere	The Dead Friend From “In Memoriam” XXII. THE PATH by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Through four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow.* * * * * But where the path we... Poet: Alfred, Lord Tennyson	Friend and Lover When Psyche’s friend becomes her lover, How sweetly these conditions blend! But, oh, what anguish to discover Her lover has become—her friend! Poet: Mary Ainge De Vere	The Dead Poet-Friend From the Greek by W. Cory THEY told me, Heracleitus, they told me you were dead; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now... Poet: Callimachus
To Seek a Friend Extracts from “Friendship” WHAT virtue, or what mental grace, But men unqualified and base Will boast it their possession? Profusion apes the noble part Of liberality of heart, And dulness, of discretion. If every polished gem we find... Poet: William Cowper	The Friend From “On Friendship” OF all the heavenly gifts that mortal men commend, What trusty treasure in the world can countervail a friend? Our health is soon decayed; goods, casual, light and vain; Broke have we seen the force of power, and honor suffer stain. In... Poet: Nicholas Grimald	The Poet’s Friend [Lord Bolingbroke] From “An Essay on Man,” Epistle IV. COME then, my friend! my genius! come along; O master of the poet, and the song! And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, To man’s low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like... Poet: Alexander Pope	The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder Friend of Humanity NEEDY 1 knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road; your wheel is out of order. Bleak blows the blast;—your hat has got a hole in ’t; So have your breeches! Weary knife-grinder! little think the proud ones,... Poet: George Canning
A Bottle and Friend There's nane that's blest of human kind, But the cheerful and the gay, man, Fal, la, la, etc. Here's a bottle and an honest friend! What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, ... Poet:	Candor — my tepid friend — Candor — my tepid friend — Come not to play with me — The Myrrhs, and Mochas, of the Mind Are its iniquity — Poet: