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 ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
"Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
In our Museum galleriesTo-day I lingered o'er the prizeDead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes,-Her Art for ever in fresh wiseFrom ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
'Do YOU NOT KNOW I LOVE YOU? "-So you cried, And blessed my lips with kisses multiplied, Sweeter than those ...
"IN the old churchyard at Fredericksburg A gravestone stands to-day, Marking the place where a grave has been, Though ...
Now the frog, all lean and weak, Yawning from his famished sleep, Water in the ditch doth seek, Fast as ...
Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, oh, my country? Shall mine eyes behold thy glory?Or shall the darkness close around ...
Her decks are drowned in sea-wrack, her guns are sunk in sand,Where she lies in the still water, hard by ...
CLEAR water on smooth rock Could give no foot-hold for a single flower, Or slenderest shaft of grain: The stone ...
Translated From The German of Julius Sturm.THE moon is newly risen, I wander through the vale; My dreaming eyes are ...
I write the poems downLine by line from old anthologiesPrinted on the air and ether,Shelved amid the leaves of trees,Between ...
One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to ...
Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside and the land is celebrating men of war more or less, less or more. ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Full of her long white arms and milky skin He had a thousand times remembered sin. Alone in the press ...
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles ...
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