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 Two Masks 4/15/2010
4. The Voyage Of The 'Ophir' 4/15/2010
5. The Warning 4/15/2010
6. The Wild Rose 4/15/2010
7. The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop 4/15/2010
8. The Wisdom Of Eld 4/15/2010
9. The Three Singers To Young Blood 4/15/2010
10. The World's Advance 4/15/2010
11. The Year's Shreddings 4/15/2010
12. The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love 4/15/2010
13. The Young Usurper 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 Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt 4/15/2010
21. The Thrush In February 4/15/2010
22. The Woods Of Westermain 4/15/2010
23. The Sleeping City 4/15/2010
24. The Song Of Courtesy 4/15/2010
25. The Song Of Theodolinda 4/15/2010
26. The South-Wester 4/15/2010
27. The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady 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. Wind On The Lyre 4/15/2010
38. Whimper Of Sympathy 4/15/2010
39. The Spirit Of Shakespeare 4/15/2010
40. To A Nightingale 4/15/2010

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  • Azad Bongobasi Azad Bongobasi (4/16/2015 2:05:00 AM)

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Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.

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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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