George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

121. The Doe: A Fragment (From Wandering Willie) 4/15/2010
122. The Emperor Frederick Of Our Time 4/15/2010
123. The Head Of Bran The Blest 4/15/2010
124. The Hueless Love 4/15/2010
125. The Invective Of Achilles 4/15/2010
126. The Invective Of Achilles--V. 225 4/15/2010
127. The Lesson Of Grief 4/15/2010
128. The Longest Day 4/15/2010
129. The Mares Of The Camargue 4/15/2010
130. The Meeting 4/15/2010
131. The Nuptials Of Attila 4/15/2010
132. The Patriot Engineer 4/15/2010
133. The Poetry Of Chaucer 4/15/2010
134. The Poetry Of Coleridge 4/15/2010
135. The Poetry Of Keats 4/15/2010
136. The Poetry Of Milton 4/15/2010
137. The Poetry Of Shakespeare 4/15/2010
138. The Poetry Of Shelley 4/15/2010
139. The Poetry Of Southey 4/15/2010
140. The Poetry Of Spenser 4/15/2010
141. The Poetry Of Wordsworth 4/15/2010
142. The Point Of Taste 4/15/2010
143. The Promise In Disturbance 4/15/2010
144. The Riddle For Men 4/15/2010
145. The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady 4/15/2010
146. The Sleeping City 4/15/2010
147. The Song Of Courtesy 4/15/2010
148. The Song Of Theodolinda 4/15/2010
149. The South-Wester 4/15/2010
150. The State Of Age 4/15/2010
151. The Teaching Of The Nude 4/15/2010
152. The Three Singers To Young Blood 4/15/2010
153. The Two Masks 4/15/2010
154. The Voyage Of The 'Ophir' 4/15/2010
155. The Warning 4/15/2010
156. The Wild Rose 4/15/2010
157. The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop 4/15/2010
158. The Wisdom Of Eld 4/15/2010
159. The World's Advance 4/15/2010
160. The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt 4/15/2010

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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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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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