George Meredith Poems
|21.||To Alex. Smith, The 'Glasgow Poet,' On His Sonnet To 'Fame'||4/15/2010|
|22.||To A Skylark||4/15/2010|
|23.||To A Nightingale||4/15/2010|
|24.||To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor)||4/15/2010|
|25.||Time And Sentiment||4/15/2010|
|26.||The Youthful Quest||4/15/2010|
|27.||The Young Usurper||4/15/2010|
|28.||The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love||4/15/2010|
|29.||The Year's Shreddings||4/15/2010|
|30.||The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt||4/15/2010|
|31.||The World's Advance||4/15/2010|
|32.||The Woods Of Westermain||4/15/2010|
|33.||The Wisdom Of Eld||4/15/2010|
|34.||The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop||4/15/2010|
|35.||The Wild Rose||4/15/2010|
|37.||The Voyage Of The 'Ophir'||4/15/2010|
|38.||The Two Masks||4/15/2010|
|39.||The Two Blackbirds||4/15/2010|
|40.||The Thrush In February||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