Poems by George Meredith, Volume 3

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C. Scribner's sons, 1906 - 467 pagine

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Pagina 127 - UNDER yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly, Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.
Pagina 185 - ON a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened, Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose.
Pagina 45 - Tis morning: but no morning can restore What we have forfeited. I see no sin: The wrong is mixed. In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.
Pagina 135 - Soft new beech-leaves, up to beamy April Spreading bough on bough a primrose mountain, you, Lucid in the moon, raise lilies to the skyfields, Youngest green transfused in silver shining through: Fairer than the lily, than the wild white cherry: Fair as in image my seraph love appears Borne to me by dreams when dawn is at my eyelids: Fair as in the flesh she swims to me on tears. Could I find a place to be alone with heaven, I would speak my heart out: heaven is my need. Every woodland tree is flushing...
Pagina 19 - Shoot gaily o'er the dishes and the wine. We waken envy of our happy lot. Fast, sweet, and golden, shows the marriage-knot. Dear guests, you now have seen Love's corpse-light shine.
Pagina 119 - Lo, the herb of healing, when once the herb is known, Shines in shady woods bright as new-sprung flame. Ere the string was tightened we heard the mellow tone, After he had taught how the sweet sounds came. Stretched about his feet, labour done, 'twas as you see Red pomegranates tumble and burst hard rind. So began contention to give delight and be Excellent in things aimed to make life kind. God ! of whom music And song and blood are pure, The day is never darkened That had thee here obscure.
Pagina 375 - Shall man into the mystery of breath From his quick beating pulse a pathway spy ? Or learn the secret of the shrouded death, By lifting up the lid of a white eye ? Cleave thou thy way with fathering desire Of fire to reach to fire, set VI Look now where Colour, the soul's bridegroom, makes The house of heaven splendid for the bride.
Pagina 122 - And this he deemed might be boon of love to a breast Embracing tenderly each little motive shape, The prone, the flitting, who seek their food whither best Their wits direct, whither best from their foes escape. For closer drawn to our mother's natural milk, As babes they learn where her motherly help is great: They know the juice for the honey, juice for the silk, And need they medical antidotes, find them straight.
Pagina 172 - Yonder came smells of the gorse, so nutty, Gold-like and warm: it's the prime of May. Better than mortar, brick, and putty, Is God's house on a blowing day. Lean me more up the mound ; now I feel it : All the old heath-smells ! Ain't it strange ? There's the world laughing, as if to conceal it ! But He's by us, juggling the change.
Pagina 121 - Or change their perch on a beat of quivering wings From branch to branch, only restful to pipe and peck) Or, bristled, curl at a touch their snouts in a ball ; Or cast their web between bramble and thorny hook ; The good physician Melampus, loving them all, Among them walked, as a scholar who reads a book. II For him the woods were a home and gave him the key Of knowledge, thirst for their treasures in herbs and flowers.

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