George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

241. The Riddle For Men 4/15/2010
242. The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady 4/15/2010
243. The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus 4/15/2010
244. The Sleeping City 4/15/2010
245. The Song Of Courtesy 4/15/2010
246. The Song Of Theodolinda 4/15/2010
247. The South-Wester 4/15/2010
248. The Spirit Of Shakespeare 4/15/2010
249. The Star Sirius 4/15/2010
250. The State Of Age 4/15/2010
251. The Sweet O' The Year 4/15/2010
252. The Teaching Of The Nude 4/15/2010
253. The Three Maidens 4/15/2010
254. The Three Singers To Young Blood 4/15/2010
255. The Thrush In February 4/15/2010
256. The Two Blackbirds 4/15/2010
257. The Two Masks 4/15/2010
258. The Voyage Of The 'Ophir' 4/15/2010
259. The Warning 4/15/2010
260. The Wild Rose 4/15/2010
261. The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop 4/15/2010
262. The Wisdom Of Eld 4/15/2010
263. The Woods Of Westermain 4/15/2010
264. The World's Advance 4/15/2010
265. The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt 4/15/2010
266. The Year's Shreddings 4/15/2010
267. The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love 4/15/2010
268. The Young Usurper 4/15/2010
269. The Youthful Quest 4/15/2010
270. Time And Sentiment 4/15/2010
271. To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor) 4/15/2010
272. To A Nightingale 4/15/2010
273. To A Skylark 4/15/2010
274. To Alex. Smith, The 'Glasgow Poet,' On His Sonnet To 'Fame' 4/15/2010
275. To Cardinal Manning 4/15/2010
276. To Children: For Tyrants 4/15/2010
277. To J. M. 4/15/2010
278. To Robin Redbreast 4/15/2010
279. To The Comic Spirit 4/15/2010
280. Trafalgar Day 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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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

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