George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

121. Modern Love Xx: I Am Not Of Those 1/3/2003
122. Modern Love Xxi: We Three Are 1/3/2003
123. Modern Love Xxii: What May The Woman 1/3/2003
124. Modern Love Xxiii: 'Tis Christmas Weather 1/3/2003
125. Modern Love Xxiv: The Misery Is Greater 1/3/2003
126. Modern Love Xxix: Am I Failing 1/3/2003
127. Modern Love Xxv: You Like Not That French Novel 1/3/2003
128. Modern Love Xxvi: Love Ere He Bleeds 1/3/2003
129. Modern Love Xxvii: Distraction Is The Panacea 1/3/2003
130. Modern Love Xxviii: I Must Be Flattered 1/3/2003
131. Modern Love Xxx: What Are We First 1/3/2003
132. Modern Love Xxxi: This Golden Head 1/3/2003
133. Modern Love Xxxii: Full Faith I Have 1/3/2003
134. Modern Love Xxxiii: In Paris, At The Louvre 1/3/2003
135. Modern Love Xxxiv: Madam Would Speak With Me 1/3/2003
136. Modern Love Xxxix: She Yields 1/3/2003
137. Modern Love Xxxv: It Is No Vulgar Nature 1/3/2003
138. Modern Love Xxxvi: My Lady Unto Madam 1/3/2003
139. Modern Love Xxxvii: Along The Garden Terrace 1/3/2003
140. Modern Love Xxxviii: Give To Imagination 1/3/2003
141. Mother To Babe 4/15/2010
142. My Theme 4/15/2010
143. Napoleon 4/15/2010
144. Nature And Life 4/15/2010
145. Night Of Frost In May 4/15/2010
146. October 21, 1905 4/15/2010
147. Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn 4/15/2010
148. On Como 4/15/2010
149. On Hearing The News From Venice 4/15/2010
150. On The Danger Of War 4/15/2010
151. On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (D. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey 4/15/2010
152. Outer And Inner 4/15/2010
153. Outside The Crowd 4/15/2010
154. Over The Hills 4/15/2010
155. Paris And Diomedes 4/15/2010
156. Pastorals 4/15/2010
157. Penetration And Trust 4/15/2010
158. Periander 4/15/2010
159. Phaethon--Attempted In Galliambic Measure 4/15/2010
160. Phantasy 4/15/2010
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.

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Dirge In Woods

A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead

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