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

Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love

Thus piteously Love closed what he begat:
The union of this ever-diverse pair!
These two were rapid falcons in a snare,
Condemned to do the flitting of the bat.
Lovers beneath the singing sky of May,
They wandered once; clear as the dew on flowers:
But they fed not on the advancing hours:
Their hearts held cravings for the buried day.
Then each applied to each that fatal knife,
Deep questioning, which probes to endless dole.
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul
When hot for certainties in this our life!--
In tragic hints here see what evermore
Moves dark...

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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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