The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades (George Meredith Poems)
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
1--IWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAbove a bower in May,The training of Love's vine of flameWas writ in laws, ...
IA revelation came on Jane,The widow of a labouring swain:And first her body trembled sharp,Then all the woman was a ...
I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And ...
Day of the cloud in fleets! O dayOf wedded white and blue, that sailImmingled, with a footing rayIn shadow-sandals down ...
IDemeter devastated our good land,In blackness for her daughter snatched below.Smoke-pillar or loose hillock was the sand,Where soil had been ...
With sagest craft Arachne workedHer web, and at a corner lurked,Awaiting what should plump her soon,To case it in the ...
IThe shepherd, with his eye on hazy South,Has told of rain upon the fall of day.But promise is there none ...
Through the water-eye of night,Midway between eve and dawn,See the chase, the rout, the flightIn deep forest; oread, faun,Goat-foot, antlers ...
IFrom twig to twig the spider weavesAt noon his webbing fine.So near to mute the zephyrs fluteThat only leaflets dance.The ...
IGracefullest leaper, the dappled fox-cubCurves over brambles with berries and buds,Light as a bubble that flies from the tub,Whisked by ...
I would I were the drop of rain That falls into the dancing rill, For I should seek the river ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
She yields: my Lady in her noblest mood Has yielded: she, my golden-crownèd rose! The bride of every sense! more ...
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