George Meredith Poems

To them that knew her, there is vital flame
In these the simple letters of her name.
To them that knew her not, be it but said,
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With splendour of a silver day,
A frosted night had opened May:
And on that plumed and armoured night,
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Distraction is the panacea, Sir!
I hear my oracle of Medicine say.
Doctor! that same specific yesterday
I tried, and the result will not deter
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In Progress you have little faith, say you:
Men will maintain dear interests, wreak base hates,
By force, and gentle women choose their mates
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For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that
follows
When ashen he lies and the poets arise to sing of the work he has
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I

The sister Hours in circles linked,
Daughters of men, of men the mates,
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Not ere the bitter herb we taste,
Which ages thought of happy times,
To plant us in a weeping waste,
Rings with our fellows this one heart
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On yonder hills soft twilight dwells
And Hesper burns where sunset dies,
Moist and chill the woodland smells
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I
Blue July, bright July,
Month of storms and gorgeous blue;
Violet lightnings o'er thy sky,
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Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless,
Where passion is silent and hearts never crave;
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