George Eliot

[Mary Ann Evans] (22 November 1819 - 22 December 1880 / Warwickshire, England)

George Eliot Poems

1. I Am Lonely 2/9/2015
2. Brother And Sister 4/8/2010
3. Bright, O Bright Fedalma 4/8/2010
4. Blue Wings 4/8/2010
5. Ay De Mi 4/8/2010
6. Spring Comes Hither 4/8/2010
7. Sweet Springtime 4/8/2010
8. The Radiant Dark 4/8/2010
9. Came A Pretty Maid 4/8/2010
10. The World Is Great 4/8/2010
11. Day Is Dying 4/8/2010
12. God Needs Antonio 1/1/2004
13. In A London Drawingroom 1/1/2004
14. I Grant You Ample Leave 1/1/2004
15. Mid My Gold-Brown Curls 1/1/2004
16. Two Lovers 1/1/2004
17. Sweet Endings Come And Go, Love 1/1/2004
18. The Choir Invisible 1/1/2004
19. Roses 1/1/2004
20. Count That Day Lost 1/1/2004
Best Poem of George Eliot

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.

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Mid My Gold-Brown Curls

'Mid my gold-brown curls
There twined a silver hair:
I plucked it idly out
And scarcely knew 'twas there.
Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay
And like a serpent hissed:
"Me thou canst pluck & fling away,
One hair is lightly missed;
But how on that near day

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