Poems by George Meredith
Over The Hills
... There's nought for us here save to count the clock, ...
Islet The Dachs
... In that hound's arch dwarf-legged on boxing-gloves ...
To A Skylark
... Sweet while I lived in them, dear now they're gone: ...
Song (Untitled #13)
... And the twin notes thus tuned their ditty, - ...
The Youthful Quest
... The leaves have whisperings discreet, ...
Wind On The Lyre
... The breast of us a sounded shell, ...
The Promise In Disturbance
... Now seems the language heard of Love as rain ...
The Olive Branch
... Thro' diverse forms and different speech, ...
Song (Untitled #3)
... For thee, that heaven my thought may share, ...
South-West Wind In The Woodland
... naked birk Down showering her dishevelled hair, ...
The Question Whither
... III Then let our trust be firm in Good, ...
Daphne
... There the young green glistening leaflets ...
Song (Untitled #9)
... Might seal the dream, and bless the time, ...
A Ballad Of Past Meridian
... Sword-hacked and iron-stained, with breasts of clay, ...
Song (Untitled #10)
... Only come! Only come, and in my breast ...
