George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

161. Phoebus With Admetus 1/4/2003
162. Pictures Of The Rhine 4/15/2010
163. Poetry 4/15/2010
164. Progress 4/15/2010
165. Requiem 4/15/2010
166. Seed-Time 4/15/2010
167. Sense And Spirit 4/15/2010
168. Shemselnihar 4/15/2010
169. Society 4/15/2010
170. Solon 4/15/2010
171. Song (Untitled #10) 4/15/2010
172. Song (Untitled #11) 4/15/2010
173. Song (Untitled #12) 4/15/2010
174. Song (Untitled #13) 4/15/2010
175. Song (Untitled #2) 4/15/2010
176. Song (Untitled #3) 4/15/2010
177. Song (Untitled #4) 4/15/2010
178. Song (Untitled #5) 4/15/2010
179. Song (Untitled #6) 4/15/2010
180. Song (Untitled #7) 4/15/2010
181. Song (Untitled #8) 4/15/2010
182. Song (Untitled #9) 4/15/2010
183. Song (Untitled#1) 4/15/2010
184. Song In The Songless 1/3/2003
185. Song--Autumn 4/15/2010
186. Song--Spring 4/15/2010
187. Sorrow And Joys 4/15/2010
188. South-West Wind In The Woodland 4/15/2010
189. Sunrise 4/15/2010
190. Tardy Spring 4/15/2010
191. The Appeasement Of Demeter 4/15/2010
192. The Beggar's Soliloquy 4/15/2010
193. The Burden Of Strength 4/15/2010
194. The Cageing Of Ares 4/15/2010
195. The Call 4/15/2010
196. The Century Of Garibaldi 4/15/2010
197. The Crisis 4/15/2010
198. The Crown Of Love 4/15/2010
199. The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades 4/15/2010
200. The Death Of Winter 4/15/2010

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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.

Read the full of Angela Burdett-Coutts

Juggling Jerry

Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage.
It's nigh my last above the daisies:
My next leaf'll be man's blank page.
Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying:
Juggler, constable, king, must bow.
One that outjuggles all's been spying
Long to have me, and he has me now.

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