George Meredith

To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor) By George Meredith

To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor) By George Meredith

To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor) When I remember, friend, whom lost I call, Because a man beloved is taken hence, The tender humour and the fire of sense In your good eyes; how full of heart for all, And chiefly for the weaker by the wall, You bore that lamp of sane benevolence; Then see I round you De... »

The Rape Of Aurora By George Meredith

The Rape Of Aurora By George Meredith

The Rape Of Aurora Never, O never, Since dewy sweet Flora Was ravished by Zephyr, Was such a thing heard In the valleys so hollow! Till rosy Aurora, Uprising as ever, Bright Phosphor to follow, Pale Phoebe to sever, Was caught like a bird To the breast of Apollo! Wildly she flutters, And flushes all... »

The Flower Of The Ruins By George Meredith

The Flower Of The Ruins By George Meredith

The Flower Of The Ruins Take thy lute and sing By the ruined castle walls, Where the torrent-foam falls, And long weeds wave: Take thy lute and sing, O’er the grey ancestral grave! Daughter of a King, Tune thy string. Sing of happy hours, In the roar of rushing time; Till all the echoes chime ... »

Song (Untitled #3) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #3) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #3) Fair and false! No dawn will greet Thy waking beauty as of old; The little flower beneath thy feet Is alien to thy smile so cold; The merry bird flown up to meet Young morning from his nest i’ the wheat Scatters his joy to wood and wold, But scorns the arrogance of gold. Fal... »

Modern Love Xxxviii Give To Imagination By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxxviii Give To Imagination By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxxviii Give To Imagination Give to imagination some pure light In human form to fix it, or you shame The devils with that hideous human game: Imagination urging appetite! Thus fallen have earth’s greatest Gogmagogs, Who dazzle us, whom we can not revere: Imagination is the chariot... »

Modern Love Xli How Many A Thing By George Meredith

Modern Love Xli How Many A Thing By George Meredith

Modern Love Xli How Many A Thing How many a thing which we cast to the ground, When others pick it up becomes a gem! We grasp at all the wealth it is to them; And by reflected light its worth is found. Yet for us still ’tis nothing! and that zeal Of false appreciation quickly fades. This truth... »

Love In The Valley By George Meredith

Love In The Valley By George Meredith

Love In The Valley Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly, Lies my young love sleeping in the shade. Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her, Press her parting lips as her waist I gather sl... »

Continued – Ii By George Meredith

Continued – Ii By George Meredith

Continued – Ii Oracle of the market! thence you drew The taste which stamped you guide of the inept. – A North-sea pilot, Hildebrand yclept, A sturdy and a briny, once men knew. He loved small beer, and for that copious brew, To roll ingurgitation till he slept, Rations exchanged with fl... »

A Garden Idyl By George Meredith

A Garden Idyl By George Meredith

A Garden Idyl With sagest craft Arachne worked Her web, and at a corner lurked, Awaiting what should plump her soon, To case it in the death-cocoon. Sagaciously her home she chose For visits that would never close; Inside my chalet-porch her feast Plucked all the winds but chill North-east. The fini... »

Young Reynard By George Meredith

Young Reynard By George Meredith

Young Reynard I Gracefullest leaper, the dappled fox-cub Curves over brambles with berries and buds, Light as a bubble that flies from the tub, Whisked by the laundry-wife out of her suds. Wavy he comes, woolly, all at his ease, Elegant, fashioned to foot with the deuce; Nature’s own prince of... »

The Wild Rose By George Meredith

The Wild Rose By George Meredith

The Wild Rose High climbs June’s wild rose, Her bush all blooms in a swarm; And swift from the bud she blows, In a day when the wooer is warm; Frank to receive and give, Her bosom is open to bee and sun: Pride she has none, Nor shame she knows; Happy to live. Unlike those of the garden nigh, H... »

The Poetry Of Coleridge By George Meredith

The Poetry Of Coleridge By George Meredith

The Poetry Of Coleridge A brook glancing under green leaves, self-delighting, exulting, And full of a gurgling melody ever renewed – Renewed thro’ all changes of Heaven, unceasing in sunlight, Unceasing in moonlight, but hushed in the beams of the holier orb. Hits: 0 »

The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades By George Meredith

The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades By George Meredith

The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades I He who has looked upon Earth Deeper than flower and fruit, Losing some hue of his mirth, As the tree striking rock at the root, Unto him shall the marvellous tale Of Callistes more humanly come With the touch on his breast than a hail From the markets that hum. II ... »

Phantasy By George Meredith

Phantasy By George Meredith

Phantasy I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And sighed for my village lily. II With cynical Adrian then I took flight To that old dead city whose carol Bursts out like a reveller’s loud in the night, As he sits astride his barrel. I... »

Modern Love Xxvii Distraction Is The Panacea By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxvii Distraction Is The Panacea By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxvii Distraction Is The Panacea Distraction is the panacea, Sir! I hear my oracle of Medicine say. Doctor! that same specific yesterday I tried, and the result will not deter A second trial. Is the devil’s line Of golden hair, or raven black, composed? And does a cheek, like any s... »

Modern Love Vi It Chanced His Lips Did Meet By George Meredith

Modern Love Vi It Chanced His Lips Did Meet By George Meredith

Modern Love Vi It Chanced His Lips Did Meet It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool. She had no blush, but slanted down her eye. Shamed nature, then, confesses love can die: And most she punishes the tender fool Who will believe what honours her the most! Dead! is it dead? She has a pulse, an... »

Hymn To Colour By George Meredith

Hymn To Colour By George Meredith

Hymn To Colour I With Life and Death I walked when Love appeared, And made them on each side a shadow seem. Through wooded vales the land of dawn we neared, Where down smooth rapids whirls the helmless dream To fall on daylight; and night puts away Her darker veil for grey. II In that grey veil gree... »

Beauty Rothraut (From Moricke) By George Meredith

Beauty Rothraut (From Moricke) By George Meredith

Beauty Rothraut (From Moricke) What is the name of King Ringang’s daughter? Rohtraut, Beauty Rohtraut! And what does she do the livelong day, Since she dare not knit and spin alway? O hunting and fishing is ever her play! And, heigh! that her huntsman I might be! I’d hunt and fish right ... »

Will O’ The Wisp By George Meredith

Will O’ The Wisp By George Meredith

Will O’ The Wisp Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro’ the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, Laugh and leap and scramble! Follow, follow, Hill and hollow, Fosse and burrow, Fen and furrow, Down into the bulrush beds, ‘Midst the reeds and ... »

The South-Wester By George Meredith

The South-Wester By George Meredith

The South-Wester Day of the cloud in fleets! O day Of wedded white and blue, that sail Immingled, with a footing ray In shadow-sandals down our vale! – And swift to ravish golden meads, Swift up the run of turf it speeds, Thy bright of head and dark of heel, To where the hilltop flings on sky,... »

The Longest Day By George Meredith

The Longest Day By George Meredith

The Longest Day On yonder hills soft twilight dwells And Hesper burns where sunset dies, Moist and chill the woodland smells From the fern-covered hollows uprise; Darkness drops not from the skies, But shadows of darkness are flung o’er the vale From the boughs of the chestnut, the oak, and th... »

Song (Untitled #12) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #12) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #12) Should thy love die; O bury it not under ice-blue eyes! And lips that deny, With a scornful surprise, The life it once lived in thy breast when it wore no disguise. Should thy love die; O bury it where the sweet wild-flowers blow! And breezes go by, With no whisper of woe; And st... »

On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (D. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey By George Meredith

On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (D. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey By George Meredith

On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (D. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey Thou our beloved and light of Earth hast crossed The sea of darkness to the yonder shore. There dost thou shine a light transferred, not lost, Through love to kindle in our souls the more. Hits: 0 »

Modern Love Xvi In Our Old Shipwrecked Days By George Meredith

Modern Love Xvi In Our Old Shipwrecked Days By George Meredith

Modern Love Xvi In Our Old Shipwrecked Days In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, When in the firelight steadily aglow, Joined slackly, we beheld the red chasm grow Among the clicking coals. Our library-bower That eve was left to us: and hushed we sat As lovers to whom Time is whispering. F... »

Meditation Under Stars By George Meredith

Meditation Under Stars By George Meredith

Meditation Under Stars What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from a shield: Still at the death of day, The seen, the unrevealed. Implacable they shine To us who would of Life obtain An answer for the life we strain To nourish with one ... »

England Before The Storm By George Meredith

England Before The Storm By George Meredith

England Before The Storm I The day that is the night of days, With cannon-fire for sun ablaze We spy from any billow’s lift; And England still this tidal drift! Would she to sainted forethought vow A space before the thunders flood, That martyr of its hour might now Spare her the tears of bloo... »

Alsace-Lorraine By George Meredith

Alsace-Lorraine By George Meredith

Alsace-Lorraine I The sister Hours in circles linked, Daughters of men, of men the mates, Are gone on flow with the day that winked, With the night that spanned at golden gates. Mothers, they leave us, quickening seed; They bear us grain or flower or weed, As we have sown; is nought extinct For them... »

To A Nightingale By George Meredith

To A Nightingale By George Meredith

To A Nightingale O nightingale! how hast thou learnt The note of the nested dove? While under thy bower the fern hangs burnt And no cloud hovers above! Rich July has many a sky With splendour dim, that thou mightst hymn, And make rejoice with thy wondrous voice, And the thrill of thy wild pervading ... »

The Question Whither By George Meredith

The Question Whither By George Meredith

The Question Whither I When we have thrown off this old suit, So much in need of mending, To sink among the naked mute, Is that, think you, our ending? We follow many, more we lead, And you who sadly turf us, Believe not that all living seed Must flower above the surface. II Sensation is a gracious ... »

The Garden Of Epicurus By George Meredith

The Garden Of Epicurus By George Meredith

The Garden Of Epicurus That Garden of sedate Philosophy Once flourished, fenced from passion and mishap, A shining spot upon a shaggy map; Where mind and body, in fair junction free, Luted their joyful concord; like the tree From root to flowering twigs a flowing sap. Clear Wisdom found in tended Na... »

Song (Untitled #4) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #4) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #4) Two wedded lovers watched the rising moon, That with her strange mysterious beauty glowing, Over misty hills and waters flowing, Crowned the long twilight loveliness of June: And thus in me, and thus in me, they spake, The solemn secret of fist love did wake. Above the hills the b... »

Modern Love Xxxvii Along The Garden Terrace By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxxvii Along The Garden Terrace By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxxvii Along The Garden Terrace Along the garden terrace, under which A purple valley (lighted at its edge By smoky torch-flame on the long cloud-ledge Whereunder dropped the chariot), glimmers rich, A quiet company we pace, and wait The dinner-bell in prae-digestive calm. So sweet up vi... »

Modern Love Xl I Bade My Lady Think By George Meredith

Modern Love Xl I Bade My Lady Think By George Meredith

Modern Love Xl I Bade My Lady Think I bade my Lady think what she might mean. Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, And yet be jealous of another? None Commits such folly. Terrible Love, I ween, Has might, even dead, half sighing to upheave The lightless seas of selfishness amain: Seas that in a man... »

London By Lamplight By George Meredith

London By Lamplight By George Meredith

London By Lamplight There stands a singer in the street, He has an audience motley and meet; Above him lowers the London night, And around the lamps are flaring bright. His minstrelsy may be unchaste – ‘Tis much unto that motley taste, And loud the laughter he provokes From those sad sla... »

Clash In Arms Of The Achaians And Trojans By George Meredith

Clash In Arms Of The Achaians And Trojans By George Meredith

Clash In Arms Of The Achaians And Trojans [Iliad, B. XIV. V. 394] Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle, Whipped from the sea’s deeps up by the terrible blast of the Northwind; Nay, nor is ever the roar of the fierce fire’s rush so arousing, Down along mountain-g... »

A Faith On Trial By George Meredith

A Faith On Trial By George Meredith

A Faith On Trial On the morning of May, Ere the children had entered my gate With their wreaths and mechanical lay, A metal ding-dong of the date! I mounted our hill, bearing heart That had little of life save its weight: The crowned Shadow poising dart Hung over her: she, my own, My good companion,... »

Winter Heavens By George Meredith

Winter Heavens By George Meredith

Winter Heavens Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive Leap off the rim of earth across the dome. It is a night to make the heavens our home More than the nest whereto apace we strive. Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive, In swarms outrushing from the golden comb. They waken wave... »

The Voyage Of The ‘Ophir’ By George Meredith

The Voyage Of The ‘Ophir’ By George Meredith

The Voyage Of The ‘Ophir’ Men of our race, we send you one Round whom Victoria’s holy name Is halo from the sunken sun Of her grand Summer’s day aflame. The heart of your loved Motherland, To them she loves as her own blood, This Flower of Ocean bears in hand, Assured of gift... »

The Poetry Of Chaucer By George Meredith

The Poetry Of Chaucer By George Meredith

The Poetry Of Chaucer Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard has thrice heard Chaunticlere. Tender to tearfulness–childlike, and manly, and motherly; Here beats true English blood richest joyance on sweet English ground. Hits: 0 »

The Beggar’s Soliloquy By George Meredith

The Beggar’s Soliloquy By George Meredith

The Beggar’s Soliloquy I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose isn’t sniffing for bones or beer, But a peat-fire smells like a garden beneath. The cottagers bustle about the door, And the girl at the window ties her strings. She&#... »

Phoebus With Admetus By George Meredith

Phoebus With Admetus By George Meredith

Phoebus With Admetus WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked,    Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked,    Who: and what a track show’d the upturn’d sod! Mindful were the shepherds, as now the noon severe    Bent a burning ey... »

Modern Love Xxx What Are We First By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxx What Are We First By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxx What Are We First What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb, And all that draweth on the tomb for text. Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun: Beneath whose light the shadow loses form. We are the lor... »

Modern Love L Thus Piteously Love By George Meredith

Modern Love L Thus Piteously Love By George Meredith

Modern Love L Thus Piteously Love Thus piteously Love closed what he begat: The union of this ever-diverse pair! These two were rapid falcons in a snare, Condemned to do the flitting of the bat. Lovers beneath the singing sky of May, They wandered once; clear as the dew on flowers: But they fed not ... »

Il Y A Cent Ans By George Meredith

Il Y A Cent Ans By George Meredith

Il Y A Cent Ans That march of the funereal Past behold; How Glory sat on Bondage for its throne; How men, like dazzled insects, through the mould Still worked their way, and bled to keep their own. We know them, as they strove and wrought and yearned; Their hopes, their fears; what page of Life they... »

Atkins By George Meredith

Atkins By George Meredith

Atkins Yonder’s the man with his life in his hand, Legs on the march for whatever the land, Or to the slaughter, or to the maiming, Getting the dole of a dog for pay. Laurels he clasps in the words ‘duty done,’ England his heart under every sun:- Exquisite humour! that gives him a ... »

Trafalgar Day By George Meredith

Trafalgar Day By George Meredith

Trafalgar Day He leads: we hear our Seaman’s call In the roll of battles won; For he is Britain’s Admiral Till setting of her sun. When Britain’s life was in her ships, He kept the sea as his own right; And saved us from more fell eclipse Than drops on day from blackest night. Agai... »

The Spirit Of Shakespeare By George Meredith

The Spirit Of Shakespeare By George Meredith

The Spirit Of Shakespeare Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured He knew thy sons. He probed from hell to hell Of human passions, but of love deflowered His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails Calm a... »

The Lesson Of Grief By George Meredith

The Lesson Of Grief By George Meredith

The Lesson Of Grief Not ere the bitter herb we taste, Which ages thought of happy times, To plant us in a weeping waste, Rings with our fellows this one heart Accordant chimes. When I had shed my glad year’s leaf, I did believe I stood alone, Till that great company of Grief Taught me to know ... »

Song (Untitled #13) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #13) By George Meredith

Song (Untitled #13) Under boughs of breathing May, In the mild spring-time I lay, Lonely, for I had no love; And the sweet birds all sang for pity, Cuckoo, lark, and dove. Tell me, cuckoo, then I cried, Dare I woo and wed a bride? I, like thee, have no home-nest; And the twin notes thus tuned their ... »

On Como By George Meredith

On Como By George Meredith

On Como A rainless darkness drew o’er the lake As we lay in our boat with oars unshipped. It seemed neither cloud nor water awake, And forth of the low black curtain slipped Thunderless lightning. Scoff no more At angels imagined in downward flight For the daughters of earth as fabled of yore:... »

Modern Love Xv I Think She Sleeps By George Meredith

Modern Love Xv I Think She Sleeps By George Meredith

Modern Love Xv I Think She Sleeps I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor; The face turned with it. Now make fast the door. Sleep on: it is your husband, not your foe. The Poet’s black stage-lion of wronged love, Frights not our modern dames:... »

Marshalling Of The Achaians By George Meredith

Marshalling Of The Achaians By George Meredith

Marshalling Of The Achaians [Iliad, B. II V. 455] Like as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous, Up on a mountain height, and the blaze of it radiates round far, So on the bright blest arms of the host in their march did the splendour Gleam wide round through the circle of air right up to ... »

Empdeocles By George Meredith

Empdeocles By George Meredith

Empdeocles I He leaped. With none to hinder, Of Aetna’s fiery scoriae In the next vomit-shower, made he A more peculiar cinder. And this great Doctor, can it be, He left no saner recipe For men at issue with despair? Admiring, even his poet owns, While noting his fine lyric tones, The last of ... »

A Stave Of Roving Tim By George Meredith

A Stave Of Roving Tim By George Meredith

A Stave Of Roving Tim (ADDRESSED TO CERTAIN FRIENDLY TRAMPS.) I The wind is East, the wind is West, Blows in and out of haven; The wind that blows is the wind that’s best, And croak, my jolly raven! If here awhile we jigged and laughed, The like we will do yonder; For he’s the man who ma... »

Time And Sentiment By George Meredith

Time And Sentiment By George Meredith

Time And Sentiment I see a fair young couple in a wood, And as they go, one bends to take a flower, That so may be embalmed their happy hour, And in another day, a kindred mood, Haply together, or in solitude, Recovered what the teeth of Time devour, The joy, the bloom, and the illusive power, Where... »

The Point Of Taste By George Meredith

The Point Of Taste By George Meredith

The Point Of Taste Unhappy poets of a sunken prime! You to reviewers are as ball to bat. They shadow you with Homer, knock you flat With Shakespeare: bludgeons brainingly sublime On you the excommunicates of Rhyme, Because you sing not in the living Fat. The wiry whizz of an intrusive gnat Is verse ... »

The Empty Purse–A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son By George Meredith

The Empty Purse–A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son By George Meredith

The Empty Purse–A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank, Too plainly of all the propellers bereft! Quenched youth, and is that thy purse? Even such limp slough as the snake has left Slack to the gale upon spikes of whin, For cast-off coat of a life gone bla... »

Society By George Meredith

Society By George Meredith

Society Historic be the survey of our kind, And how their brave Society took shape. Lion, wolf, vulture, fox, jackal and ape, The strong of limb, the keen of nose, we find, Who, with some jars in harmony, combined, Their primal instincts taming, to escape The brawl indecent, and hot passions drape. ... »

Modern Love Xxxvi My Lady Unto Madam By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxxvi My Lady Unto Madam By George Meredith

Modern Love Xxxvi My Lady Unto Madam My Lady unto Madam makes her bow. The charm of women is, that even while You’re probed by them for tears, you yet may smile, Nay, laugh outright, as I have done just now. The interview was gracious: they anoint (To me aside) each other with fine praise: Dis... »

Modern Love Xix No State Is Enviable By George Meredith

Modern Love Xix No State Is Enviable By George Meredith

Modern Love Xix No State Is Enviable No state is enviable. To the luck alone Of some few favoured men I would put claim. I bleed, but her who wounds I will not blame. Have I not felt her heart as ’twere my own Beat thro’ me? could I hurt her? heaven and hell! But I could hurt her cruelly... »