Over The Hills (George Meredith Poems)
The old hound wags his shaggy tail, And I know what he would say: It's over the hills we'll bound, ...
The old hound wags his shaggy tail, And I know what he would say: It's over the hills we'll bound, ...
Men of our race, we send you oneRound whom Victoria's holy nameIs halo from the sunken sunOf her grand Summer's ...
There were three maidens met on the highway; The sun was down, the night was late: And two sang loud ...
I She can be as wise as we, And wiser when she wishes; She can knit with cunning wit, And ...
Melpomene among her livid people,Ere stroke of lyre, upon Thaleia looks,Warned by old contests that one museful rippleAlong those lips ...
In Progress you have little faith, say you:Men will maintain dear interests, wreak base hates,By force, and gentle women choose ...
When comes the lighted day for men to readLife's meaning, with the work before their handsTill this good gift of ...
When I remember, friend, whom lost I call,Because a man beloved is taken hence,The tender humour and the fire of ...
An inspiration caught from dubious huesFilled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;For they lead farther than the single-faced,Wave subtler promise ...
To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal,Who straightway sound the call to arms. Thou know'st;And that black spot in ...
I, wakeful for the skylark voice in men,Or straining for the angel of the light,Rebuked am I by hungry ear ...
Her son, albeit the Muse's liveryAnd measured courtly paces rouse his taunts,Naked and hairy in his savage haunts,To Nature only ...
IMen the Angels eyed;And here they were wild waves,And there as marsh descried;Men the Angels eyed,And liked the picture bestWhere ...
Not vainly doth the earnest voice of man Call for the thing that is his pure desire! Fame is the ...
How smiles he at a generation rankedIn gloomy noddings over life! They pass.Not he to feed upon a breast unthanked,Or ...
Yonder's the man with his life in his hand,Legs on the march for whatever the land,Or to the slaughter, or ...
Of men he would have raised to light he fell:In soul he conquered with those nerveless hands.His country's pride and ...
I bade my Lady think what she might mean. Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, And yet ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
I must be flattered. The imperious Desire speaks out. Lady, I am content To play with you the game of ...
This golden head has wit in it. I live Again, and a far higher life, near her. Some women like ...
Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie With her fair ...
She yields: my Lady in her noblest mood Has yielded: she, my golden-crownèd rose! The bride of every sense! more ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
This was the woman; what now of the man? But pass him. If he comes beneath a heel, He shall ...
She issues radiant from her dressing-room, Like one prepared to scale an upper sphere: --By stirring up a lower, much ...
Not solely that the Future she destroys, And the fair life which in the distance lies For all men, beckoning ...
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