George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

41. The Star Sirius 4/15/2010
42. Young Reynard 4/15/2010
43. Woodland Peace 4/15/2010
44. Meditation Under Stars 4/14/2010
45. Song (Untitled #11) 4/15/2010
46. Song (Untitled #2) 4/15/2010
47. To The Comic Spirit 4/15/2010
48. To Children: For Tyrants 4/15/2010
49. To J. M. 4/15/2010
50. Twilight Music 4/15/2010
51. When I Would Imagine 4/15/2010
52. Shemselnihar 4/15/2010
53. Sense And Spirit 4/15/2010
54. Unknown Fair Faces 4/15/2010
55. Jump-To-Glory Jane 4/14/2010
56. Hypnos On Ida 4/14/2010
57. France--December 1870 4/14/2010
58. Grandfather Bridgeman 4/14/2010
59. King Harald's Trance 4/14/2010
60. London By Lamplight 4/14/2010
61. Song (Untitled #4) 4/15/2010
62. Song (Untitled #8) 4/15/2010
63. Song (Untitled #9) 4/15/2010
64. Song--Autumn 4/15/2010
65. Song (Untitled #10) 4/15/2010
66. Song (Untitled #12) 4/15/2010
67. Lines To A Friend Visiting America 4/14/2010
68. Foresight And Patience 4/14/2010
69. J. C. M. 4/14/2010
70. Trafalgar Day 4/15/2010
71. Solon 4/15/2010
72. Hard Weather 4/14/2010
73. Hawarden 4/14/2010
74. Hernani 4/14/2010
75. Beauty Rothraut (From Moricke) 4/14/2010
76. Change In Recurrence 4/14/2010
77. Chillanwallah 4/14/2010
78. Society 4/15/2010
79. Violets 4/15/2010
80. Woodman And Echo 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of George Meredith

Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept

By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
The strange low sobs that shook their common bed
Were called into her with a sharp surprise,
And strangled mute, like little gaping snakes,
Dreadfully venomous to him. She lay
Stone-still, and the long darkness flowed away
With muffled pulses. Then, as midnight makes
Her giant heart of Memory and Tears
Drink the pale drug of silence, and so beat
Sleep's heavy measure, they from head to feet
Were moveless, looking through their dead black years,
By vain regret scrawled ...

Read the full of Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept

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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