George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

81. Seed-Time 4/15/2010
82. Earth's Secret 4/14/2010
83. Breath Of The Briar 4/14/2010
84. England Before The Storm 4/14/2010
85. Invitation To The Country 4/14/2010
86. M. M. 4/14/2010
87. Modern Love Xlv: It Is The Season 1/3/2003
88. Men And Man 4/15/2010
89. John Lackland 4/14/2010
90. Hymn To Colour 4/14/2010
91. Gordon Of Khartoum 4/14/2010
92. Continued - Ii 4/14/2010
93. Sunrise 4/15/2010
94. Tardy Spring 4/15/2010
95. Sorrow And Joys 4/15/2010
96. Song (Untitled#1) 4/15/2010
97. Song (Untitled #7) 4/15/2010
98. Clash In Arms Of The Achaians And Trojans 4/14/2010
99. Camelus Saltat 4/14/2010
100. Forest History 4/14/2010
101. Milton--December 9, 1608: December 9, 1908 4/15/2010
102. Margaret's Bridal Eve 4/14/2010
103. Love Is Winged For Two 4/14/2010
104. Ireland 4/14/2010
105. Modern Love Xix: No State Is Enviable 1/3/2003
106. Modern Love Xlii: I Am To Follow Her 1/3/2003
107. Modern Love Xliii: Mark Where The Pressing Wind 1/3/2003
108. Modern Love Xlvi: At Last We Parley 1/3/2003
109. Modern Love Xl: I Bade My Lady Think 1/3/2003
110. Modern Love Xli: How Many A Thing 1/3/2003
111. Internal Harmony 4/14/2010
112. By The Rosanna--To F.M. Stanzer Thal, Tyrol 4/14/2010
113. The Crisis 4/15/2010
114. Song (Untitled #13) 4/15/2010
115. Napoleon 4/15/2010
116. The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades 4/15/2010
117. Joy Is Fleet 4/14/2010
118. Grace And Love 4/14/2010
119. Islet The Dachs 4/14/2010
120. Marshalling Of The Achaians 4/14/2010

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  • Azad Bongobasi Azad Bongobasi (4/16/2015 2:05:00 AM)

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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.

Read the full of Angela Burdett-Coutts

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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