George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

41. Young Reynard 4/15/2010
42. The Cageing Of Ares 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

Antigone

The buried voice bespake Antigone.

'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,
The bliss above, the reverence below,
Enkindled by thy sacrifice for me;
Thou wouldst at once with holy ecstasy
Give thy warm limbs into the yearning earth.
Sleep, Sister! for Elysium's dawning birth, -
And faith will fill thee with what is to be!
Sleep, for the Gods are watching over thee!
Thy dream will steer thee to perform their will,
As silently their influence they instil.
O Sister! in the sweetness of thy prime,
Thy hand has plucked the bitter flower of ...

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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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