The Invective of Achilles (George Meredith Poems)
"Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,Servant here to thy mandates, ...
"Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,Servant here to thy mandates, ...
ITyrants! your doom is nigh:Short is your reign:Your bondmen's wailing cryTo Heaven againHath risen, and the Infinite GodWhom ye have ...
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in ...
YOU bring your love too late, dear, I have no love to buy it,I spent my love on worthless toys, ...
ONE came to me in royal guiseWith banners flying fair and freeBut many griefs had made me wiseAnd I refused ...
My darling's features, painted by the light; As in the convex of a mirror, see Her face diminished so fantastically ...
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie As far ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- His Feathers wilted low -- The Claws that clung, like lifeless ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
O Mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o'er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle ...
Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
The God of Scribes looked down and saw The bitter band of seven, Who had outraged his holy law And ...
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood In whose lament I hear a voice ...
Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow, Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free, Stung by the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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