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. Progress 4/15/2010
200. The Labourer 4/15/2010

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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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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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