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

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's Grave

MARK where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like,
Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back'd wave!
Here is a fitting spot to dig Love's grave;
Here where the ponderous breakers plunge and strike,
And dart their hissing tongues high up the sand:
In hearing of the ocean, and in sight
Of those ribb'd wind-streaks running into white.
If I the death of Love had deeply plann'd,
I never could have made it half so sure,

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