George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

161. Phoebus With Admetus 1/4/2003
162. Pictures Of The Rhine 4/15/2010
163. Poetry 4/15/2010
164. Progress 4/15/2010
165. Requiem 4/15/2010
166. Seed-Time 4/15/2010
167. Sense And Spirit 4/15/2010
168. Shemselnihar 4/15/2010
169. Society 4/15/2010
170. Solon 4/15/2010
171. Song (Untitled #10) 4/15/2010
172. Song (Untitled #11) 4/15/2010
173. Song (Untitled #12) 4/15/2010
174. Song (Untitled #13) 4/15/2010
175. Song (Untitled #2) 4/15/2010
176. Song (Untitled #3) 4/15/2010
177. Song (Untitled #4) 4/15/2010
178. Song (Untitled #5) 4/15/2010
179. Song (Untitled #6) 4/15/2010
180. Song (Untitled #7) 4/15/2010
181. Song (Untitled #8) 4/15/2010
182. Song (Untitled #9) 4/15/2010
183. Song (Untitled#1) 4/15/2010
184. Song In The Songless 1/3/2003
185. Song--Autumn 4/15/2010
186. Song--Spring 4/15/2010
187. Sorrow And Joys 4/15/2010
188. South-West Wind In The Woodland 4/15/2010
189. Sunrise 4/15/2010
190. Tardy Spring 4/15/2010
191. The Appeasement Of Demeter 4/15/2010
192. The Beggar's Soliloquy 4/15/2010
193. The Burden Of Strength 4/15/2010
194. The Cageing Of Ares 4/15/2010
195. The Call 4/15/2010
196. The Century Of Garibaldi 4/15/2010
197. The Crisis 4/15/2010
198. The Crown Of Love 4/15/2010
199. The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades 4/15/2010
200. The Death Of Winter 4/15/2010
Best Poem of George Meredith

Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept

By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
The strange low sobs that shook their common bed
Were called into her with a sharp surprise,
And strangled mute, like little gaping snakes,
Dreadfully venomous to him. She lay
Stone-still, and the long darkness flowed away
With muffled pulses. Then, as midnight makes
Her giant heart of Memory and Tears
Drink the pale drug of silence, and so beat
Sleep's heavy measure, they from head to feet
Were moveless, looking through their dead black years,
By vain regret scrawled ...

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Love In The Valley

Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,
Couched with her arms behind her golden head,
Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,
Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.
Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her,
Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow,
Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me:
Then would she hold me and never let me go?

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