George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

121. Continued - Iii 4/14/2010
122. Modern Love Xxi: We Three Are 1/3/2003
123. The Point Of Taste 4/15/2010
124. The Riddle For Men 4/15/2010
125. The Beggar's Soliloquy 4/15/2010
126. The Burden Of Strength 4/15/2010
127. Modern Love Xxxvii: Along The Garden Terrace 1/3/2003
128. Cassandra 4/14/2010
129. The Call 4/15/2010
130. The Poetry Of Spenser 4/15/2010
131. The Promise In Disturbance 4/15/2010
132. The Patriot Engineer 4/15/2010
133. The Poetry Of Keats 4/15/2010
134. Outside The Crowd 4/15/2010
135. Phantasy 4/15/2010
136. Poetry 4/15/2010
137. Song (Untitled #6) 4/15/2010
138. Penetration And Trust 4/15/2010
139. On Como 4/15/2010
140. Mother To Babe 4/15/2010
141. Paris And Diomedes 4/15/2010
142. Pictures Of The Rhine 4/15/2010
143. Phaethon--Attempted In Galliambic Measure 4/15/2010
144. The Poetry Of Shakespeare 4/15/2010
145. The Poetry Of Southey 4/15/2010
146. Atkins 4/14/2010
147. Fragments 4/14/2010
148. Earth's Preference 4/14/2010
149. Daphne 4/14/2010
150. Modern Love Xxv: You Like Not That French Novel 1/3/2003
151. Song (Untitled #3) 4/15/2010
152. The Century Of Garibaldi 4/15/2010
153. October 21, 1905 4/15/2010
154. The Poetry Of Coleridge 4/15/2010
155. Modern Love Xxxvi: My Lady Unto Madam 1/3/2003
156. Modern Love Xxxiv: Madam Would Speak With Me 1/3/2003
157. Modern Love Xxxix: She Yields 1/3/2003
158. Bellerophon 4/14/2010
159. The Poetry Of Milton 4/15/2010
160. The Poetry Of Wordsworth 4/15/2010
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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Lucifer In Starlight

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend
Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened,
Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose.
Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.
And now upon his western wing he leaned,
Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened,
Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows.
Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars

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