Alsace-Lorraine (George Meredith Poems)
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
'Twas at that season, when the gloomOf cheerless Winter's pass'd away,And flowers spring up, with sweet perfume,To scent the breeze ...
A MOMENT since, he stood unmoved--alone; Courage and thought on his resolvēd brow; But hope is quivering in the broken ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire,A crucible of molten steel, O France!Your sons are stars who cluster to ...
THE CYNDUS1Beneath th' triumphal blue, th' riotous day, Her silvern galley beats the black flood white, Whilst the long sillage ...
Bloody Fight Point. In the younger days of the colonies,When minions of the king held ...
IMy footsteps press where, centuries ago,The Red Men fought and conquered; lost and won.Whole tribes and races, gone like last ...
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain!Nor wake so soon thy genial power;For deeds of death must hail thy reign,And clouds of ...
FREEDOM'S first champion in our fettered land! Nor politician nor base citizen Could gibbet thee, nor silence, nor withstand. Thy ...
Now as the twilight's doubtful intervalCloses with night's accomplished certainty,A wizard wind goes crying eerily,And on the wold misshapen shadows ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
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