Poems by George Meredith
At The Funeral
... the tenement Of that strong soul now ranked with God's Elect ...
A Stave Of Roving Tim
... And bless your wits, it haunts him in sleep, ...
Youth In Memory
... or rings Old laughter, from the founts of wisdom sprung ...
Hypnos On Ida
... There did he sit well-cloaked by the wide-branched pine for concealment, ...
John Lackland
... Who dared to steal and stain the symbols of the Lord! ...
Pictures Of The Rhine
... Birds sing, we shout, flowers breathe, trees shine with one delight! ...
The Old Chartist
... V I'm not ashamed: Not beaten's still my boast: ...
The Death Of Winter
... While all the young villagers blithe as the flocks ...
Cassandra
... XV Like the snaky torch-flame white, ...
Periander
... Earth's breast, the prince looked forth, himself looked through ...
Chillanwallah
... Like a breeze through midnight harpstrings ...
The Poetry Of Keats
... Low-lidded with twilight, and tranced with the dolorous sound, ...
Autumn Even-Song
... Great oaks grow mighty minstrels in the blast ...
Archduchess Anne
... XIV He neighed a laugh, though moods were rough ...
Trafalgar Day
... And clear their course while they fought on ...
