George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

241. The Star Sirius 4/15/2010
242. The Two Blackbirds 4/15/2010
243. The Flower Of The Ruins 4/15/2010
244. Song--Spring 4/15/2010
245. The Appeasement Of Demeter 4/15/2010
246. Pastorals 4/15/2010
247. Martin’s Puzzle 4/14/2010
248. Earth And Man 4/14/2010
249. A Ballad Of Past Meridian 4/14/2010
250. A Faith On Trial 4/14/2010
251. Modern Love Xlviii: Their Sense 1/3/2003
252. Modern Love Xxvii: Distraction Is The Panacea 1/3/2003
253. Modern Love Xv: I Think She Sleeps 1/3/2003
254. Juggling Jerry 1/3/2003
255. Modern Love Xxxiii: In Paris, At The Louvre 1/3/2003
256. Modern Love Xxvi: Love Ere He Bleeds 1/3/2003
257. Modern Love Xxxii: Full Faith I Have 1/3/2003
258. Modern Love Xlvii: We Saw The Swallows 1/3/2003
259. A Roar Through The Tall Twin Elm-Trees 4/14/2010
260. Over The Hills 4/15/2010
261. Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn 4/15/2010
262. Angelic Love 4/14/2010
263. Antigone 4/14/2010
264. July 4/14/2010
265. The Garden Of Epicurus 4/15/2010
266. The Death Of Winter 4/15/2010
267. The Main Regret 4/15/2010
268. South-West Wind In The Woodland 4/15/2010
269. Angela Burdett-Coutts 4/14/2010
270. A Stave Of Roving Tim 4/14/2010
271. Alternation 4/14/2010
272. Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love 1/3/2003
273. Modern Love Xxxviii: Give To Imagination 1/3/2003
274. Modern Love Iii: This Was The Woman 1/3/2003
275. Appreciation 4/14/2010
276. The Empty Purse--A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son 4/15/2010
277. The Thrush In February 4/15/2010
278. The Crown Of Love 4/15/2010
279. At The Close 4/14/2010
280. Dirge In Woods 1/3/2003

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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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Dirge In Woods

A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead

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