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 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. Youth In Age 4/15/2010
31. The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus 4/15/2010
32. To Cardinal Manning 4/15/2010
33. Union In Disseverance 4/15/2010
34. The Youthful Quest 4/15/2010
35. Whimper Of Sympathy 4/15/2010
36. To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor) 4/15/2010
37. Wind On The Lyre 4/15/2010
38. To Robin Redbreast 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 Lark Ascending

He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv’d and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
Yet changingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o’ the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which ...

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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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