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The Poetical Works of George Meredith: With Some Notes
George Meredith,George Macaulay Trevelyan
Visualizzazione completa - 1912
Achaians Alsace-Lorraine Aphrodite arms Attila beams beauty behold beneath bird bird sings blood bloom blue bosom brain breast breath bright brows Chillianwallah cloud crown Danube dark dawn dead Death deeds of flesh Demeter divine dream Earth eyes fair fate feel fire flame flower France G. M. TREVELYAN Gods green grey hand head hear heard heart heaven heavenly lover human Huntress Iambe Iliad kiss Kraken Lady laugh leap light live look lord Love's lover Lycophron lyre mind Momus morn Mother Napoleon Nature Nature's never night nought numbers o'er passion Periander Persephone poem poet rapture Red of heat rose that's ready round shine sight smile song soul spirit springs star sweet swift thee thing thou thought thro thunder twas unto voice wave White of heat wild wind wings woman woodland woods young youth Zeus
Pagina 230 - 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. Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her, Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow, Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me : Then would she hold me and never let me go ? * * * Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow, Swift as the swallow...
Pagina 227 - With love exceeding a simple love of the things That glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck ; 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.
Pagina 140 - In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, When in the firelight steadily aglow, Joined slackly, we beheld the red chasm grow Among the clicking coals. Our library-bower That eve was left to us: and hushed we sat As lovers to whom Time is whispering. From sudden-opened doors we heard them sing: The nodding elders mixed good wine with chat. Well knew we that Life's greatest treasure lay With us, and of it was our talk. 'Ah, yes! Love dies!
Pagina 573 - When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror, Tying up her laces, looping up her hair, Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded, More love should I have, and much less care. When her mother tends her before the lighted mirror, Loosening her laces, combing down her curls, Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded, I should miss but one for many boys and girls.
Pagina 140 - At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps The Topic over intellectual deeps In buoyancy afloat. They see no ghost. With sparkling surface-eyes we ply the ball: It is in truth a most contagious game: HIDING THE SKELETON, shall be its name. Such play as this, the devils might appal!
Pagina 152 - 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 232 - Whispered the world was; morning light is she. Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless; Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free.
Pagina 497 - WE look for her that sunlike stood Upon the forehead of our day, An orb of nations, radiating food For body and for mind alway. Where is the Shape of glad array; The nervous hands, the front of steel, The clarion tongue? Where is the bold proud face? We see a vacant place; We hear an iron heel.
Pagina 155 - He found her by the ocean's moaning verge, Nor any wicked change in her discerned; And she believed his old love had returned, Which was her exultation, and her scourge. She took his hand, and walked with him, and seemed The wife he sought, though shadow-like and dry. She had one terror, lest her heart should sigh, And tell her loudly she no longer dreamed. She dared not say, "This is my breast: look in.