George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

1. The State Of Age 4/15/2010
2. The Teaching Of The Nude 4/15/2010
3. The Three Singers To Young Blood 4/15/2010
4. The Two Masks 4/15/2010
5. The Voyage Of The 'Ophir' 4/15/2010
6. The Warning 4/15/2010
7. The Wild Rose 4/15/2010
8. The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop 4/15/2010
9. The Wisdom Of Eld 4/15/2010
10. The Year's Shreddings 4/15/2010
11. The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love 4/15/2010
12. The Young Usurper 4/15/2010
13. The World's Advance 4/15/2010
14. Time And Sentiment 4/15/2010
15. To Alex. Smith, The 'Glasgow Poet,' On His Sonnet To 'Fame' 4/15/2010
16. The Three Maidens 4/15/2010
17. The Sweet O' The Year 4/15/2010
18. To A Skylark 4/15/2010
19. The Two Blackbirds 4/15/2010
20. The Thrush In February 4/15/2010
21. The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt 4/15/2010
22. The Woods Of Westermain 4/15/2010
23. The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady 4/15/2010
24. The Sleeping City 4/15/2010
25. The Song Of Courtesy 4/15/2010
26. The Song Of Theodolinda 4/15/2010
27. The South-Wester 4/15/2010
28. The Cageing Of Ares 4/15/2010
29. Phoebus With Admetus 1/4/2003
30. To Robin Redbreast 4/15/2010
31. Youth In Age 4/15/2010
32. The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus 4/15/2010
33. To Cardinal Manning 4/15/2010
34. Union In Disseverance 4/15/2010
35. The Youthful Quest 4/15/2010
36. To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor) 4/15/2010
37. Whimper Of Sympathy 4/15/2010
38. Wind On The Lyre 4/15/2010
39. The Spirit Of Shakespeare 4/15/2010
40. To A Nightingale 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of George Meredith


The buried voice bespake Antigone.

'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,
The bliss above, the reverence below,
Enkindled by thy sacrifice for me;
Thou wouldst at once with holy ecstasy
Give thy warm limbs into the yearning earth.
Sleep, Sister! for Elysium's dawning birth, -
And faith will fill thee with what is to be!
Sleep, for the Gods are watching over thee!
Thy dream will steer thee to perform their will,
As silently their influence they instil.
O Sister! in the sweetness of thy prime,
Thy hand has plucked the bitter flower of ...

Read the full of Antigone

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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