George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

201. Modern Love Xxvii: Distraction Is The Panacea 1/3/2003
202. Phantasy 4/15/2010
203. Night Of Frost In May 4/15/2010
204. The Lady C. M. 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. A Reading Of Life--With The Huntress 4/14/2010
228. Outer And Inner 4/15/2010
229. A Later Alexandrian 4/14/2010
230. Over The Hills 4/15/2010
231. An Orson Of The Muse 4/14/2010
232. Agamemnon In The Fight 4/14/2010
233. Modern Love Xxxviii: Give To Imagination 1/3/2003
234. The Crown Of Love 4/15/2010
235. Modern Love Xiv: What Soul Would Bargain 1/3/2003
236. A Reading Of Life--The Vital Choice 4/14/2010
237. The Night-Walk 4/15/2010
238. The Flower Of The Ruins 4/15/2010
239. A Preaching From A Spanish Ballad 4/14/2010
240. Modern Love Xvi: In Our Old Shipwrecked Days 1/3/2003

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

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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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