Poems by George Meredith
Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept
... She lay Stone-still, and the long darkness flowed away ...
Modern Love II: It Ended, and the Morrow
... And raged deep inward, till the light was brown ...
Modern Love L: Thus Piteously Love
... Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, ...
Modern Love XIV: What Soul Would Bargain
... The while her mouth's red bow loosed shafts of wit ...
Modern Love XLVI: At Last We Parley
... Then I rose, And my disordered brain did guide my foot ...
Modern Love XVI: In Our Old Shipwrecked Days
... "Ah, yes! Love dies!" I said: I never thought it less ...
Modern Love XX: I Am Not of Those
... With what ensues from his own slipperiness ...
Modern Love XXII: What May the Woman
... We are League-sundered by the silent gulf between ...
Modern Love XXVI: Love Ere He Bleeds
... But when the arrow strikes him, there's a change ...
Modern Love XXXIV: Madam Would Speak With Me
... She's glad I'm happy, says her quivering under-lip ...
