George Meredith
Portsmouth, England
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Antigone

Rating: 2.6
The buried voice bespake Antigone.

'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,
The bliss above, the reverence below,
Enkindled by thy sacrifice for me;
Thou wouldst at once with holy ecstasy
Give thy warm limbs into the yearning earth.
Sleep, Sister! for Elysium's dawning birth, -
And faith will fill thee with what is to be!
Sleep, for the Gods are watching over thee!
Thy dream will steer thee to perform their will,
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Muzahidul Reza 26 March 2018
measureless immensity, well penned the whole poem
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Marieta Maglas 26 March 2018
George Meredith was influenced by the works of John Keats and Lord Tennyson.
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Marieta Maglas 26 March 2018
If the first part of the poem is a call from her dead brother, the second part is a comparison between the humble, human condition of a king and the greatness of the divinity. For this purpose, the poet used the mountain. 'That stoops from heaven to garment earth, Can speak to any human soul'
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Marieta Maglas 26 March 2018
In the poem of George Meredith, Antigone is empowered by death. Some expressions are relevant, for example ' thy sacrifice for me', 'Sleep, Sister! for Elysium's dawning birth'(the dead bother talked to her) , 'will dower thee with Elysian breath', 'spirits wait for thee'.
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Marieta Maglas 26 March 2018
Therefore, Antigone hanged herself and she was followed in death by Hæmon, her fiancé, and by Eurydice, the mother of Hæmon. In the Aristotelian perception, their life was a tragedy because people couldn't fight against their fate which was predetermined by a supernatural power.
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Marieta Maglas 26 March 2018
Antigone was that woman who dared to break the law of a king named Creon while trying to explain the superiority of the divine law regarding the burial of her brother, Polynices. Even she was his son's fiancée, Creon locked her in a tomb.
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Susan Williams 26 March 2018
O Sister! in the sweetness of thy prime, Thy hand has plucked the bitter flower of death; - - ] we all are born to die but how we resent it when a loved one dies so early- -we feel robbed. Robbed of more memories. A poem of interest that is for sure
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Ramesh T A 26 March 2018
A beautifully composed elegy like poem by the poet for his sister's demise goes on like free flowing river quite touching while reading it!
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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 March 2018
Beautifully inscribed about the human soul. Great write.
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Liza Sudina 26 March 2018
So noble, beautiful dedication to his sister, taken by supreme will in the sweetness of her prime when all was dared for love and piety!
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