Shemselnihar (George Meredith Poems)
O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet. ...
O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet. ...
Fire in her ashes Ireland feelsAnd in her veins a glow of heat.To her the lost old time, appealsFor resurrection, ...
Carols nature, counsel men.Different notes as rook from wrenHear we when our steps begin,And the choice is cast within,Where a ...
That march of the funereal Past behold;How Glory sat on Bondage for its throne;How men, like dazzled insects, through the ...
IYoung captain of a crazy bark!O tameless heart in battered frame!Thy sailing orders have a mark,And hers is not the ...
The years had worn their seasons' belt,From bud to rosy prime,Since Nellie by the larch-pole kneltAnd helped the hop to ...
When April with her wild blue eye Comes dancing over the grass, And all the crimson buds so shy Peep ...
What is the name of King Ringang's daughter?Rohtraut, Beauty Rohtraut!And what does she do the livelong day,Since she dare not ...
Men of our race, we send you oneRound whom Victoria's holy nameIs halo from the sunken sunOf her grand Summer's ...
Angelic love that stoops with heavenly lipsTo meet its earthly mate;Heroic love that to its sphere's eclipseCan dare to join ...
Open horizons round,O mounting mind, to scenes unsung,Wherein shall walk a lusty Time:Our Earth is young;Of measure without bound;Infinite are ...
Under boughs of breathing May, In the mild spring-time I lay, Lonely, for I had no love; And the sweet ...
Earth loves her young: a preference manifest:She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;Their beauty with her choicest interthreads,And makes ...
Rub thou thy battered lamp: nor claim nor begHonours from aught about thee. Light the young.Thy frame is as a ...
To sit on History in an easy chair,Still rivalling the wild hordes by whom 'twas writ!Sure, this beseems a race ...
The flower unfolds its dawning cup, And the young sun drinks the star-dews up, At eve it droops with the ...
I see a fair young couple in a wood,And as they go, one bends to take a flower,That so may ...
Hawk or shrike has done this deedOf downy feathers: rueful sight!Sweet sentimentalist, inviteYour bosom's Power to intercede.So hard it seems ...
I.Or shall we run with ArtemisOr yield the breast to Aphrodite?Both are mighty;Both give bliss;Each can torture if divided;Each claims ...
On my darling's bosom Has dropped a living rosy bud, Fair as brilliant Hesper Against the brimming flood. She handles ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles So masterfully rude, that he would grieve To see the helpless delicate ...
Here Jack and Tom are paired with Moll and Meg. Curved open to the river-reach is seen A country merry-making ...
This golden head has wit in it. I live Again, and a far higher life, near her. Some women like ...
'In Paris, at the Louvre, there have I seen The sumptuously-feathered angel pierce Prone Lucifer, descending. Looked he fierce, Showing ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
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