George Meredith

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

George Meredith Poems

241. The Riddle For Men 4/15/2010
242. The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady 4/15/2010
243. The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus 4/15/2010
244. The Sleeping City 4/15/2010
245. The Song Of Courtesy 4/15/2010
246. The Song Of Theodolinda 4/15/2010
247. The South-Wester 4/15/2010
248. The Spirit Of Shakespeare 4/15/2010
249. The Star Sirius 4/15/2010
250. The State Of Age 4/15/2010
251. The Sweet O' The Year 4/15/2010
252. The Teaching Of The Nude 4/15/2010
253. The Three Maidens 4/15/2010
254. The Three Singers To Young Blood 4/15/2010
255. The Thrush In February 4/15/2010
256. The Two Blackbirds 4/15/2010
257. The Two Masks 4/15/2010
258. The Voyage Of The 'Ophir' 4/15/2010
259. The Warning 4/15/2010
260. The Wild Rose 4/15/2010
261. The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop 4/15/2010
262. The Wisdom Of Eld 4/15/2010
263. The Woods Of Westermain 4/15/2010
264. The World's Advance 4/15/2010
265. The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt 4/15/2010
266. The Year's Shreddings 4/15/2010
267. The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love 4/15/2010
268. The Young Usurper 4/15/2010
269. The Youthful Quest 4/15/2010
270. Time And Sentiment 4/15/2010
271. To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor) 4/15/2010
272. To A Nightingale 4/15/2010
273. To A Skylark 4/15/2010
274. To Alex. Smith, The 'Glasgow Poet,' On His Sonnet To 'Fame' 4/15/2010
275. To Cardinal Manning 4/15/2010
276. To Children: For Tyrants 4/15/2010
277. To J. M. 4/15/2010
278. To Robin Redbreast 4/15/2010
279. To The Comic Spirit 4/15/2010
280. Trafalgar Day 4/15/2010
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.

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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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