A Faith On Trial (George Meredith Poems)
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
I got no time fer wasters, lad, sez 'e, "Give me a man wiv grit," sez Uncle Jim.'E bores 'is ...
I.God is our strength and song, The Rock of our salvation: His courts of prayer, ye people, throng, And anthems ...
August 26: 1346 At Crecy by Somme in Ponthieu High up on ...
And up the stream of days he seem'd to float,And twice seven years was toiling for his wife:And all his ...
Having consider'd thus what's to be done,The hazards, hardships, and the risque you run,Consider with what strength you are endow'd,What ...
There's not a stately hall,There's not a cottage fair,That proudly stands on Southern soil,Or softly nestles there,But in its peaceful ...
A voice from dreamland said to me—"Poet, what music is in thee?Ring it out until it findA nook for rest ...
I would I were the drop of rain That falls into the dancing rill, For I should seek the river ...
WHEN vexed with waking thought, and its dull gleam, I-waiting on the shore of Time-oft close Mine eyes, and while ...
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. ...
How dare the robins sing, When men and women hear Who since they went to their account Have settled with ...
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea -- Forgets her own locality -- As I -- toward Thee -- She ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. ...
Flesh and spirit. Rom. 8:1 What vain desires and passions vain Attend this mortal clay! Oft have they pierced my ...
Laid now on his smooth bed For the last time, watching dully Through heavy eyelids the day's colour Widow the ...
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