A Faith On Trial (George Meredith Poems)
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
IWe look for her that sunlike stoodUpon the forehead of our day,An orb of nations, radiating foodFor body and for ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
At the coming up of Phoebus the all-luminous charioteer,Double-visaged stand the mountains in imperial multitudes,And with shadows dappled men sing ...
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
IOn her great venture, Man,Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breastWhich is his well of strength, his home of ...
I know him, February's thrush,And loud at eve he valentinesOn sprays that paw the naked bushWhere soon will sprout the ...
IHow died Melissa none dares shape in words.A woman who is wife despotic lordsCount faggot at the question, Shall she ...
"Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,Servant here to thy mandates, ...
Bibber besotted, with scowl of a cur, having heart of a deer, thou!Never to join to thy warriors armed for ...
IThe day that is the night of days,With cannon-fire for sun ablazeWe spy from any billow's lift;And England still this ...
Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured He knew thy sons. He probed from hell to hell Of human passions, ...
Rub thou thy battered lamp: nor claim nor begHonours from aught about thee. Light the young.Thy frame is as a ...
Her son, albeit the Muse's liveryAnd measured courtly paces rouse his taunts,Naked and hairy in his savage haunts,To Nature only ...
Between the fountain and the rillI passed, and saw the mighty willTo leap at sky; the careless run,As earth would ...
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