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George Meredith

George Meredith

The Poetry of Shelley

See’st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending
Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?
Deep in the heart—yearning distance of heaven it flutters—
Wisdom and beauty and love are the treasures it brings down at eve.

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Winter Heavens

Sharp is the night, but stars with… Leap off the rim of earth across t… It is a night to make the heavens… More than the nest whereto apace w… Lengths down our road each fir—tre…
The World’s Advance

Judge mildly the tasked world; and… To brand it, for it bears a heavy… You have perchance observed the in… At night when he has quitted the i… He plays diversions on the homewar…
The Horses of Achilles

[Iliad, B. XVII. V. 426] So now the horses of Aiakides, of… Wept, since first they were ware o… Cast down low in the whirl of the… Sooth, meanwhile, then did Autome…
The Year’s Shreddings

The varied colours are a fitful he… They pass in constant service thou… The self gone out of them, therewi… Read that, who still to spell our…
Young Reynard

Gracefullest leaper, the dappled f… Curves over brambles with berries… Light as a bubble that flies from… Whisked by the laundry-wife out of… Wavy he comes, woolly, all at his…
The Old Chartist

Whate’er I be, old England is my… So there’s my answer to the judges… I’m nothing of a fox, nor of a lam… I don’t know how to bleat nor how… I’m for the nation!
Phoebus With Admetus

WHEN by Zeus relenting the manda…    Sentencing to exile the bright… Mindful were the ploughmen of who…    Who: and what a track show’d th… Mindful were the shepherds, as now…
The Invective of Achilles—V. 225

‘Bibber besotted, with scowl of a… Never to join to thy warriors arme… Never for ambush forth with the pr… Dared thy soul, for to thee that t… Sooth, more easy it seems, down th…
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The Young Princess—A Ballad of Old Laws of Love

1—I When the South sang like a nighti… Above a bower in May, The training of Love’s vine of fl… Was writ in laws, for lord and dam…
A Ballad of Fair Ladies in Revolt

See the sweet women, friend, that… The ever-falling fountain of green… Round the white bending stem, and… Of our most blushful flower shine… To teach philosophers the thirst o…
Modern Love XLIV: They Say That Pity

They say, that Pity in Love’s ser… A porter at the rosy temple’s gate… I missed him going: but it is my f… To come upon him now beside his we… Whereby I know that I Love’s tem…
Portrait of Mlle Rachel, by William Etty
Modern Love: I

By this he knew she wept with waki… That, at his hand’s light quiver b… The strange low sobs that shook th… Were called into her with a sharp… And strangled mute, like little ga…
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The Cageing of Ares

[Iliad, V. V. 385—Dedicated to t… How big of breast our Mother Gaea… At sight of her boy Giants on the… Each over other as they neighboure… Fronting the day’s descent across…
Men and Man

Men the Angels eyed; And here they were wild waves, And there as marsh descried; Men the Angels eyed, And liked the picture best
Night of Frost in May

With splendour of a silver day, A frosted night had opened May: And on that plumed and armoured ni… As one close temple hove our wood, Its border leafage virgin white.



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