George Eliot

[Mary Ann Evans] (22 November 1819 - 22 December 1880 / Warwickshire, England)

George Eliot Poems

1. Bright, O Bright Fedalma 4/8/2010
2. Ay De Mi 4/8/2010
3. Spring Comes Hither 4/8/2010
4. The Radiant Dark 4/8/2010
5. God Needs Antonio 1/1/2004
6. Came A Pretty Maid 4/8/2010
7. Blue Wings 4/8/2010
8. I Grant You Ample Leave 1/1/2004
9. Mid My Gold-Brown Curls 1/1/2004
10. Sweet Springtime 4/8/2010
11. Brother And Sister 4/8/2010
12. The World Is Great 4/8/2010
13. Day Is Dying 4/8/2010
14. The Choir Invisible 1/1/2004
15. Sweet Endings Come And Go, Love 1/1/2004
16. In A London Drawingroom 1/1/2004
17. Two Lovers 1/1/2004
18. I Am Lonely 2/9/2015
19. Roses 1/1/2004
20. Count That Day Lost 1/1/2004
Best Poem of George Eliot

Count That Day Lost

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went --
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay --
If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face--
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost --
Then count that day as worse than lost.

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The Choir Invisible

Oh, may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge men's search
To vaster issues. So to live is heaven:

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