Change In Recurrence (George Meredith Poems)
II stood at the gate of the cotWhere my darling, with side-glance demure,Would spy, on her trim garden-plot,The busy wild ...
II stood at the gate of the cotWhere my darling, with side-glance demure,Would spy, on her trim garden-plot,The busy wild ...
St. Crispin to Mr. Gifford.All unadvised, and in an evil hour, Lured by aspiring thoughts, my son, you daft The ...
I pray that, risen from the dead, I may in glory stand - A ...
614In falling Timbers buried-There breathed a Man-Outside-the spades-were plying-The Lungs-within-Could He-know-they sought Him-Could They-know-He breathed-Horrid Sand Partition-Neither-could be heard-Never slacked ...
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
THE mist is fast clearing. And radiant is heaven, Whilst AEolus loosens Our anguish-fraught bond. The zephyrs are sighing, Alert ...
In falling Timbers buried -- There breathed a Man -- Outside -- the spades -- were plying -- The Lungs ...
Ye flags of Piccadilly, Where I posted up and down, And wished myself so often Well away from you and ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
WITH Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant; Wail of the pines and a wind with the ...
In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking, And oh what sweet people I meet on my way! ...
As we the withered ferns By the roadway lying, Time, the jester, spurns All our prayers and prying -- All ...
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
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