George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

201. Progress 4/15/2010
202. The Labourer 4/15/2010
203. Modern Love Xxvii: Distraction Is The Panacea 1/3/2003
204. The Lady C. M. 4/15/2010
205. Night Of Frost In May 4/15/2010
206. Modern Love Xlviii: Their Sense 1/3/2003
207. The Last Contention 4/15/2010
208. The Meeting 4/15/2010
209. South-West Wind In The Woodland 4/15/2010
210. Marian 4/14/2010
211. The Rape Of Aurora 4/15/2010
212. A Certain People 4/14/2010
213. Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn 4/15/2010
214. On The Danger Of War 4/15/2010
215. Pastorals 4/15/2010
216. The Question Whither 4/15/2010
217. At The Funeral 4/14/2010
218. A Ballad Of Fair Ladies In Revolt 4/14/2010
219. Modern Love Xliv: They Say That Pity 1/3/2003
220. Modern Love Xxxii: Full Faith I Have 1/3/2003
221. Youth In Memory 4/15/2010
222. A Reading Of Life--The Test Of Manhood 4/14/2010
223. Modern Love Xi: Out In The Yellow Meadows 1/3/2003
224. Modern Love Xxii: What May The Woman 1/3/2003
225. The Old Chartist 4/15/2010
226. The Horses Of Achilles 4/15/2010
227. The Olive Branch 4/15/2010
228. Modern Love Vi: It Chanced His Lips Did Meet 1/3/2003
229. Will O' The Wisp 4/15/2010
230. A Reading Of Life--With The Huntress 4/14/2010
231. Outer And Inner 4/15/2010
232. A Later Alexandrian 4/14/2010
233. Over The Hills 4/15/2010
234. Agamemnon In The Fight 4/14/2010
235. An Orson Of The Muse 4/14/2010
236. Modern Love Xxxviii: Give To Imagination 1/3/2003
237. The Crown Of Love 4/15/2010
238. Modern Love Xiv: What Soul Would Bargain 1/3/2003
239. A Reading Of Life--The Vital Choice 4/14/2010
240. The Night-Walk 4/15/2010

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  • Azad Bongobasi Azad Bongobasi (4/16/2015 2:05:00 AM)

    hello poet, I like your poem. from bangladesh

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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

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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