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Famous poet / 1828-1909. George Meredith was a novelist and poet of the Victorian era, best known for his novels exploring social issues and psychological realism. His works often engage with themes of marriage, class, and the role of women in society.
In particular, Meredith explored new meters and stanzaic forms and experimented dramatically with syntax and grammar. Critics characterize his poetry as verbally dense, allusive, and metaphorical, and in many ways reflective of the late 19th-century inclination toward aesthetic artifice.
The Lark Ascending. He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound. Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, All intervolv’d and spreading wide, Like water-dimples down a tide. Where ripple ripple overcurls. And eddy into eddy whirls;
George Meredith OM (12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909) was an English novelist and poet of the Victorian era. At first, his focus was poetry, influenced by John Keats among others, but Meredith gradually established a reputation as a novelist.
Modern Love: I. By George Meredith. By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange low sobs that shook their common bed. Were called into her with a sharp surprise,
Meditation under Stars. By George Meredith. What links are ours with orbs that are. So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they. Give radiance as from a shield: Still at the death of day, The seen, the unrevealed. Implacable they shine.
Lucifer in Starlight. By George Meredith. 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. Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those. And now upon his western wing he leaned,
Love in the Valley. By George Meredith. 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,
Juggling Jerry. By George Meredith. Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my last above the daisies: My next leaf'll be man's blank page. Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying: Juggler, constable, king, must bow.
Meredith was an accomplished poet. Among his most widely read works is Modern Love, an uneven but fascinating account of the break-up of a marriage, clearly based on his own experience. His wife eloped with an artist, abandoning Meredith and their son.
Jan 2, 2015 · Victoria’s fond of her soldiers: and she’s got a nose for a fight. If Tom tells a cleverish story—there is such a thing as a knight! And don’t he look roguish and handsome!—To see a girl snivelling there—. By George, Miss, it’s clear that you’re jealous’—‘I love him!’ she answered his stare.
Although he wrote many novels, Meredith considered poetry his main vocation and many of his verses explore the constrictions of Victorian society and its narrow way of looking at the world and imposing order.
Feb 12, 2018 · Modern Love: XXV. George Meredith. 1828 –. 1909. You like not that French novel? Tell me why. You think it quite unnatural.
Modern Love: I. George Meredith. 1828 –. 1909. By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange low sobs that shook their common bed. Were called into her with a sharp surprise, And strangled mute, like little gaping snakes, Dreadfully venomous to him. She lay.
Read poems by this poet. George Meredith was born in Portsmouth, England, on February 12, 1828. A poet, essayist, and novelist, his collection of fifty sixteen-line poems about the failure of a marriage, Modern Love (1862), is sometimes referred to as a "Meredithian sonnet cycle."
Dirge in Woods. By George Meredith. A wind sways the pines, And below. Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow. On the flooring and over the lines. Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops its dead;
Classic Poetry Series George Meredith - poems - Publication Date: 2012 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive
The horses are described with imagery of immobility, suggesting their unwavering loyalty and grief. The poem's lament reflects a stoic acceptance of mortality, which contrasts with the gods' ability to intervene. The tone is one of sorrow and pity, evoking a sense of the losses and futility of war.
George Meredith Poems. 1. The Lark Ascending. He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound. Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake, ... Read Poem. 2. Antigone. The buried voice bespake Antigone. 'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know, The bliss above, the reverence below, ... Read Poem. 3.
Through vivid imagery, the poem celebrates the beauty and tranquility found within the forest, from the gentle movements of squirrels to the vibrant colors and sounds of the woodland creatures. The author weaves a tapestry of sight, sound, and touch, immersing the reader in the sensory experience of the forest.
George Meredith. 1828 –. 1909. Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive. Leap off the rim of earth across the dome. It is a night to make the heavens our home. More than the nest whereto apace we strive.
George Meredith was a famous english poet of the victorian era. His poems was characterised by a fascination with imagery and indirect references. During most of his career, he had difficulty achieving popular success. His first truly successful novel was Diana of the Crossways published in 1885.
The poem is written in a celebratory and hopeful tone, reflecting the transformative power of love. Compared to the author's other works, this poem is more optimistic and joyful, as it celebrates the transformative power of love rather than focusing on themes of loss and regret.
