George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

121. Modern Love Xx: I Am Not Of Those 1/3/2003
122. Modern Love Xxi: We Three Are 1/3/2003
123. Modern Love Xxii: What May The Woman 1/3/2003
124. Modern Love Xxiii: 'Tis Christmas Weather 1/3/2003
125. Modern Love Xxiv: The Misery Is Greater 1/3/2003
126. Modern Love Xxix: Am I Failing 1/3/2003
127. Modern Love Xxv: You Like Not That French Novel 1/3/2003
128. Modern Love Xxvi: Love Ere He Bleeds 1/3/2003
129. Modern Love Xxvii: Distraction Is The Panacea 1/3/2003
130. Modern Love Xxviii: I Must Be Flattered 1/3/2003
131. Modern Love Xxx: What Are We First 1/3/2003
132. Modern Love Xxxi: This Golden Head 1/3/2003
133. Modern Love Xxxii: Full Faith I Have 1/3/2003
134. Modern Love Xxxiii: In Paris, At The Louvre 1/3/2003
135. Modern Love Xxxiv: Madam Would Speak With Me 1/3/2003
136. Modern Love Xxxix: She Yields 1/3/2003
137. Modern Love Xxxv: It Is No Vulgar Nature 1/3/2003
138. Modern Love Xxxvi: My Lady Unto Madam 1/3/2003
139. Modern Love Xxxvii: Along The Garden Terrace 1/3/2003
140. Modern Love Xxxviii: Give To Imagination 1/3/2003
141. Mother To Babe 4/15/2010
142. My Theme 4/15/2010
143. Napoleon 4/15/2010
144. Nature And Life 4/15/2010
145. Night Of Frost In May 4/15/2010
146. October 21, 1905 4/15/2010
147. Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn 4/15/2010
148. On Como 4/15/2010
149. On Hearing The News From Venice 4/15/2010
150. On The Danger Of War 4/15/2010
151. On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (D. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey 4/15/2010
152. Outer And Inner 4/15/2010
153. Outside The Crowd 4/15/2010
154. Over The Hills 4/15/2010
155. Paris And Diomedes 4/15/2010
156. Pastorals 4/15/2010
157. Penetration And Trust 4/15/2010
158. Periander 4/15/2010
159. Phaethon--Attempted In Galliambic Measure 4/15/2010
160. Phantasy 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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Juggling Jerry

Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage.
It's nigh my last above the daisies:
My next leaf'll be man's blank page.
Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying:
Juggler, constable, king, must bow.
One that outjuggles all's been spying
Long to have me, and he has me now.

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