The Night-Walk (George Meredith Poems)
Awakes for me and leaps from shroudAll radiantly the moon's own nightOf folded showers in streamer cloud;Our shadows down the ...
Awakes for me and leaps from shroudAll radiantly the moon's own nightOf folded showers in streamer cloud;Our shadows down the ...
I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by, The river flashed along its open way, Blithe swallows flitted ...
I.ON the high road travelling steady,Sure, alert, and ever ready,Prompt to seize all fit occasion,Courting power and wealth and station;One ...
I think a great deal too much fussHas been aroused 'mid all of us About this crude economist John T.And ...
IHe leaped. With none to hinder,Of Aetna's fiery scoriaeIn the next vomit-shower, made heA more peculiar cinder.And this great Doctor, ...
This is the end of him, here he lies: The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,The mould ...
What is the Old Year? 'Tis a bookOn which we backward sadly look,Not willing quite to see it close,For leaves ...
a connotation of infinitysharpens the temporal splendor of this nightwhen souls which have forgot frivolityin lowliness, noting the fatal flightof ...
Bomber Pilot: presumed dead":, Curt notation; and no use to say:By this is discarded torment and the throesOf the enemy's ...
Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life's conditions, Nor from heeding Time's monitions; ...
After I was finished mowing my lawn noting the sticker affixed to the engine Wishing our whole nation a national ...
We look in the mirror in the face of our neighbor for similarities, kinship noting differences that which sets us ...
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
You go up the long track That will take a car, but is best walked On slow foot, noting the ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to lead it, But there comes a day when your eyes are all ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
Music and silver chimes and sunlit air, Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower; Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere. She, ...
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