Poems by George Meredith
Phoebus with Admetus
... You that build the shade-roof, and you that court the rays, ...
Song in the Songless
... As I pass by. Within my breast they touch a string, ...
Winter Heavens
... Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath, ...
A Reading Of Life--With The Persuader
... On rocks that spout their springs to the sacred mounts ...
The Poetry Of Coleridge
... Unceasing in moonlight, but hushed in the beams of the holier orb ...
The Beggar's Soliloquy
... V Now, that's a good craft, weaving waistcoats and flowers, ...
Whimper Of Sympathy
... The shambles, the charnel, the wrinkle! ...
The Three Singers To Young Blood
... dare! Mortal seems the touch, but makes ...
Martins Puzzle
... VIII She's the victim of fools: that seems nearer the mark ...
Song (Untitled #6)
... When will the stars with their linking charms ...
Napoleon
... Right through the troughed black lines turned to bunches or shreds, ...
Twilight Music
... Ah, with this sentience quickly will you know ...
The Three Maidens
... His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair ...
Song--Spring
... And the skylark shakes his wings in the rain ...
The Invective of Achilles
... Worse, it is thou whose threat 'tis to ravish my prize from me, portion ...
