George Eliot

[Mary Ann Evans] (22 November 1819 - 22 December 1880 / Warwickshire, England)

George Eliot Poems

1. Making Life Worth While 8/27/2015
2. I Am Lonely 2/9/2015
3. Self and Life 2/2/2017
4. Brother And Sister 4/8/2010
5. Bright, O Bright Fedalma 4/8/2010
6. Spring Comes Hither 4/8/2010
7. Sweet Springtime 4/8/2010
8. Blue Wings 4/8/2010
9. Ay De Mi 4/8/2010
10. The World Is Great 4/8/2010
11. The Radiant Dark 4/8/2010
12. Came A Pretty Maid 4/8/2010
13. Day Is Dying 4/8/2010
14. God Needs Antonio 1/1/2004
15. I Grant You Ample Leave 1/1/2004
16. Mid My Gold-Brown Curls 1/1/2004
17. Two Lovers 1/1/2004
18. Sweet Endings Come And Go, Love 1/1/2004
19. The Choir Invisible 1/1/2004
20. Roses 1/1/2004
21. In A London Drawingroom 1/1/2004
22. Count That Day Lost 1/1/2004

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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.

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Mid My Gold-Brown Curls

'Mid my gold-brown curls
There twined a silver hair:
I plucked it idly out
And scarcely knew 'twas there.
Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay
And like a serpent hissed:
"Me thou canst pluck & fling away,
One hair is lightly missed;
But how on that near day