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 ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
1--IIn middle age an evil thingBefell Archduchess Anne:She looked outside her wedding-ringUpon a princely man.IICount Louis was for horse and ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
I The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee: There is a rose that's ready; And which of 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 ...
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
IHow died Melissa none dares shape in words.A woman who is wife despotic lordsCount faggot at the question, Shall she ...
I Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
ILadies who in chains of wedlockChafe at an unequal yoke,Not to nightingales give hearing;Better this, the raven's croak.IIDown the Prado ...
ISword in length a reaping-hook amainHarald sheared his field, blood up to shank:'Mid the swathes of slain,First at moonrise drank.IIThereof ...
O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet. ...
So now the horses of Aiakides, off wide of the war-ground,Wept, since first they were ware ...
So he, with a clear shout of laughter,Forth of his ambush leapt, and he vaunted him, ...
The old hound wags his shaggy tail, And I know what he would say: It's over the hills we'll bound, ...
Melpomene among her livid people,Ere stroke of lyre, upon Thaleia looks,Warned by old contests that one museful rippleAlong those lips ...
An inspiration caught from dubious huesFilled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;For they lead farther than the single-faced,Wave subtler promise ...
Long with us, now she leaves us; she has restBeneath our sacred sod:A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,The ...
Their sense is with their senses all mixed in, Destroyed by subleties these women are! More brain, O Lord, more ...
I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor; The face turned ...
What may the woman labour to confess? There is about her mouth a nervous twitch. 'Tis something to be told, ...
Am I failing ? For no longer can I cast A glory round about this head of gold. Glory she ...
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