The Empty Purse–A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son (George Meredith Poems)
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
The man is thought a knave, or fool, Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the ...
"I By the ditch in the hollow stands the tree, A cottonwood with deeply wrinkled bark About its mighty trunk, ...
ServingmanWell met, my brother friend, all at this highway end,So simple all alone, as you can,I pray you tell to ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
IFrom troubles of the world I turn to ducks,Beautiful comical thingsSleeping or curledTheir heads beneath white wingsBy water cool,Or finding ...
FROM troubles of the worldI turn to ducks,Beautiful comical thingsSleeping or curledTheir heads beneath white wingsBy water cool,Or finding curious ...
As it fell out on a Pentecost day,King Arthur at Camelot kept his court royall,With his faire queen dame Guenever ...
He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,But he didn't seem to hear us, so ...
Young Reader!-for most surely to the old These loose, uneven thinkings can but seem Unlifelike and unreal as a dream,- ...
To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal,Who straightway sound the call to arms. Thou know'st;And that black spot in ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
After so long an absence At last we meet agin: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. I have gone about the house, gone up and down ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
Elizabeth, it surely is most fit In thy own book that first thy name ...
Alas! Now o'er Britannia there hangs a gloom, Because over 400 British Tars have met with a watery tomb; Who ...
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