George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

201. Modern Love Iv: All Other Joys Of Life 1/3/2003
202. Modern Love Iii: This Was The Woman 1/3/2003
203. Modern Love Ii: It Ended, And The Morrow 1/3/2003
204. Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept 1/3/2003
205. Modern Love 4/15/2010
206. Milton--December 9, 1608: December 9, 1908 4/15/2010
207. Men And Man 4/15/2010
208. Melampus 4/14/2010
209. Meditation Under Stars 4/14/2010
210. Martin’s Puzzle 4/14/2010
211. Marshalling Of The Achaians 4/14/2010
212. Marian 4/14/2010
213. Margaret's Bridal Eve 4/14/2010
214. Manfred 4/14/2010
215. M. M. 4/14/2010
216. Lucifer In Starlight 1/3/2003
217. Love's Grave 1/4/2003
218. Love Is Winged For Two 4/14/2010
219. Love In The Valley 1/3/2003
220. London By Lamplight 4/14/2010
221. Lines To A Friend Visiting America 4/14/2010
222. King Harald's Trance 4/14/2010
223. Jump-To-Glory Jane 4/14/2010
224. July 4/14/2010
225. Juggling Jerry 1/3/2003
226. Joy Is Fleet 4/14/2010
227. John Lackland 4/14/2010
228. J. C. M. 4/14/2010
229. Islet The Dachs 4/14/2010
230. Ireland 4/14/2010
231. Invitation To The Country 4/14/2010
232. Internal Harmony 4/14/2010
233. Il Y A Cent Ans 4/14/2010
234. Hypnos On Ida 4/14/2010
235. Hymn To Colour 4/14/2010
236. Hernani 4/14/2010
237. Hawarden 4/14/2010
238. Hard Weather 4/14/2010
239. Grandfather Bridgeman 4/14/2010
240. Grace And Love 4/14/2010
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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