Poems of George Meredith
|261.||The Wild Rose||4/15/2010|
|262.||The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop||4/15/2010|
|263.||The Wisdom Of Eld||4/15/2010|
|264.||The Woods Of Westermain||4/15/2010|
|265.||The World's Advance||4/15/2010|
|266.||The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt||4/15/2010|
|267.||The Year's Shreddings||4/15/2010|
|268.||The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love||4/15/2010|
|269.||The Young Usurper||4/15/2010|
|270.||The Youthful Quest||4/15/2010|
|271.||Time And Sentiment||4/15/2010|
|272.||To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor)||4/15/2010|
|273.||To A Nightingale||4/15/2010|
|274.||To A Skylark||4/15/2010|
|275.||To Alex. Smith, The 'Glasgow Poet,' On His Sonnet To 'Fame'||4/15/2010|
|276.||To Cardinal Manning||4/15/2010|
|277.||To Children: For Tyrants||4/15/2010|
|278.||To J. M.||4/15/2010|
|279.||To Robin Redbreast||4/15/2010|
|280.||To The Comic Spirit||4/15/2010|
Lucifer in Starlight
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend
Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened,
Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose.
Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.
And now upon his western wing he leaned,
Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened,
Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows.
Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars