George Eliot Poems
- Count That Day Lost If you sit down at set of sun And count ...
- Roses You love the roses - so do I. I wish The sky would ...
- The Choir Invisible Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of ...
- Two Lovers Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned ...
- In A London Drawingroom The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the ...
- Sweet Endings Come And Go, Lov... "La noche buena se viene, ...
- Mid My Gold-Brown Curls 'Mid my gold-brown curls ...
Mary Anne (alternatively Mary Ann or Marian) Evans, better known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, journalist and translator, and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. She is the author of seven novels, including Adam Bede (1859), The Mill on the Floss (1860), Silas Marner (1861), Middlemarch (1871–72), and Daniel Deronda (1876), most of them set in provincial England and well known for their realism and psychological insight.
She used a male pen name, she said, to ensure her works would be taken seriously. Female authors were published under their own names during Eliot's life, but she wanted to escape the stereotype of women only writing ... more »
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Count That Day Lost
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went --
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay --
If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face--
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost --
Then count that day as worse than lost.