George Meredith

(12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909 / Portsmouth, England)

George Meredith Poems

281. Twilight Music 4/15/2010
282. Union In Disseverance 4/15/2010
283. Unknown Fair Faces 4/15/2010
284. Violets 4/15/2010
285. When I Would Imagine 4/15/2010
286. Whimper Of Sympathy 4/15/2010
287. Will O' The Wisp 4/15/2010
288. Wind On The Lyre 4/15/2010
289. Winter Heavens 1/3/2003
290. Woodland Peace 4/15/2010
291. Woodman And Echo 4/15/2010
292. Young Reynard 4/15/2010
293. Youth In Age 4/15/2010
294. Youth In Memory 4/15/2010
Best Poem of George Meredith

The Lark Ascending

He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv’d and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
Yet changingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which ...

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Dirge In Woods

A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead

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