Poems by George Meredith
The Appeasement Of Demeter
... VIII Their tongues of birds they wagged, weak-voiced as when ...
The Poetry Of Shelley
... Wisdom and beauty and love are the treasures it brings down at eve ...
The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop
... New life when deathless Spring shall touch the hills ...
The Emperor Frederick Of Our Time
... Grander than crowned head's mortuary dome: ...
Song--Autumn
... And the fields are rich with the sun-burnt sheaf, ...
The Head Of Bran The Blest
... Bright burns the Head of Bran the Blest ...
The Poetry Of Wordsworth
... Yet earnest and simple as any sweet child of the green lowly vale ...
Earth And Man
... as a beast, She struck him down and dragged him from the feast ...
Gordon Of Khartoum
... In soul he conquered with those nerveless hands ...
Continued - III
... Which scarce give breathing of the sty's content ...
The Sleeping City
... The streets that groaned with traffic show ...
A Garden Idyl
... I am yours." Thrice magnified, in phantom shape, ...
Poetry
... Life in all shapes, aims, and fates, is there warm'd by one great human heart ...
The Cageing Of Ares
... beneath Young vine-leaves pushing timid fingers forth, ...
By The Rosanna--To F.M. Stanzer Thal, Tyrol
... The roaring voice through the long white chain ...
