George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

281. Twilight Music 4/15/2010
282. Union In Disseverance 4/15/2010
283. Unknown Fair Faces 4/15/2010
284. Violets 4/15/2010
285. When I Would Imagine 4/15/2010
286. Whimper Of Sympathy 4/15/2010
287. Will O' The Wisp 4/15/2010
288. Wind On The Lyre 4/15/2010
289. Winter Heavens 1/3/2003
290. Woodland Peace 4/15/2010
291. Woodman And Echo 4/15/2010
292. Young Reynard 4/15/2010
293. Youth In Age 4/15/2010
294. Youth In Memory 4/15/2010
Best Poem of George Meredith

Angela Burdett-Coutts

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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Juggling Jerry

Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage.
It's nigh my last above the daisies:
My next leaf'll be man's blank page.
Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying:
Juggler, constable, king, must bow.
One that outjuggles all's been spying
Long to have me, and he has me now.

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