George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

281. Love In The Valley 1/3/2003
282. Modern Love Iii: This Was The Woman 1/3/2003
283. Dirge In Woods 1/3/2003
284. Love's Grave 1/4/2003
285. Modern Love V: A Message From Her 1/3/2003
286. Modern Love Xxvi: Love Ere He Bleeds 1/3/2003
287. Ask, Is Love Divine 4/14/2010
288. By Morning Twilight 4/14/2010
289. Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept 1/3/2003
290. Antigone 4/14/2010
291. Lucifer In Starlight 1/3/2003
292. Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love 1/3/2003
293. Angela Burdett-Coutts 4/14/2010
294. The Lark Ascending 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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Dirge In Woods

A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead

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