George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

161. My Theme 4/15/2010
162. The Invective Of Achilles 4/15/2010
163. Continued 4/14/2010
164. The Invective Of Achilles--V. 225 4/15/2010
165. The Head Of Bran The Blest 4/15/2010
166. On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (D. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey 4/15/2010
167. The Poetry Of Chaucer 4/15/2010
168. Autumn Even-Song 4/14/2010
169. Il Y A Cent Ans 4/14/2010
170. The Discipline Of Wisdom 4/15/2010
171. Song (Untitled #5) 4/15/2010
172. Modern Love 4/15/2010
173. Earth And The Wedded Woman 4/14/2010
174. Empdeocles 4/14/2010
175. Modern Love Xxviii: I Must Be Flattered 1/3/2003
176. Modern Love Xxxi: This Golden Head 1/3/2003
177. Nature And Life 4/15/2010
178. The Appeasement Of Demeter 4/15/2010
179. The Doe: A Fragment (From Wandering Willie) 4/15/2010
180. The Poetry Of Shelley 4/15/2010
181. The Mares Of The Camargue 4/15/2010
182. Manfred 4/14/2010
183. Modern Love Xxxv: It Is No Vulgar Nature 1/3/2003
184. The Hueless Love 4/15/2010
185. Periander 4/15/2010
186. The Orchard And The Heath 4/15/2010
187. Song In The Songless 1/3/2003
188. The Emperor Frederick Of Our Time 4/15/2010
189. On Hearing The News From Venice 4/15/2010
190. Song--Spring 4/15/2010
191. Melampus 4/14/2010
192. The Nuptials Of Attila 4/15/2010
193. Martin’s Puzzle 4/14/2010
194. The Revolution 4/15/2010
195. Requiem 4/15/2010
196. July 4/14/2010
197. The Longest Day 4/15/2010
198. The Lesson Of Grief 4/15/2010
199. Alsace-Lorraine 4/14/2010
200. Progress 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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