George Eliot Poems
|1.||Ay De Mi||4/8/2010|
|3.||Bright, O Bright Fedalma||4/8/2010|
|4.||Brother And Sister||4/8/2010|
|5.||Came A Pretty Maid||4/8/2010|
|6.||Count That Day Lost||1/1/2004|
|7.||Day Is Dying||4/8/2010|
|8.||God Needs Antonio||1/1/2004|
|9.||I Am Lonely||2/9/2015|
|10.||I Grant You Ample Leave||1/1/2004|
|11.||In A London Drawingroom||1/1/2004|
|12.||Making Life Worth While||8/27/2015|
|13.||Mid My Gold-Brown Curls||1/1/2004|
|15.||Self and Life||2/2/2017|
|16.||Spring Comes Hither||4/8/2010|
|17.||Sweet Endings Come And Go, Love||1/1/2004|
|19.||The Choir Invisible||1/1/2004|
|20.||The Radiant Dark||4/8/2010|
|21.||The World Is Great||4/8/2010|
Comments about George Eliot
Count That Day Lost
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went --
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay --
If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face--
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost --
Then count that day as worse than lost.
I Grant You Ample Leave
"I grant you ample leave
To use the hoary formula 'I am'
Naming the emptiness where thought is not;
But fill the void with definition, 'I'
Will be no more a datum than the words
You link false inference with, the 'Since' & 'so'
That, true or not, make up the atom-whirl.
Resolve your 'Ego', it is all one web
With vibrant ether clotted into worlds: