George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

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