Mary Barber

(1690-1757 / England)

On Imagining A Friend Had Treated The Author With Indifference. - Poem by Mary Barber

Go, Jealousy, Tormentress dire;
On Lovers only seize:
In Love, like Winds, you fan the Fire,
And make it higher blaze.

But Friendship's calmer, purer Joy
Thou dost not heighten, but destroy.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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