With his faith in the Great Mother's love: O the joy of the breath she sustains, And the lyre of t...
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The streaks predicting streams of blood. VI She thinks they may mean something; thinks They may m...
And place them among Memory's great stars, Where burns a face like Hesper: one like Mars: Of visag...
There is a curtain o'er us. For once, good souls, we'll not pretend To be aught better than her wh...
The answer seems nowhere: it's discord that's played. The sky's a blue dish!--an implacable sky! X...
Still frets, though Nature giveth all she can. It means, that woman is not, I opine, Her sex's ant...
Poems by George Meredith - Volume 2 TO J. M. Let Fate or Insufficiency provide Mean ends for men ...
We now might with an equal spirit meet, And not be matched like innocence and vice. She for the Te...
That die for us they eulogize! XXXVIII But these, of all the liveried crew Obeisant in Mammon's w...
'It tingles to your scalps, To think of it, my boys! Confusion on their Alps, And all their baby ...
'Spiral,' the memorable Lady terms Our mind's ascent: our world's advance presents That figure on ...
II O mother, my mother, this thing I must say: There is a rose in the garden; Ere he lies on the ...
He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles So masterfully rude, that he would grieve To see the h...
Birds in a May-bush we were! right merry! All night we kiss'd, we juggled all day. Joy was the hea...
If for those times I must ask charity, Have I not any charity to give? XXI We three are on the ce...