George Meredith Poems

So now the horses of Aiakides, off wide of the war-ground,
Wept, since first they were ware of their charioteer
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I

Whate'er I be, old England is my dam!
So there's my answer to the judges, clear.
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What may the woman labour to confess?
There is about her mouth a nervous twitch.
'Tis something to be told, or hidden:--which?
I get a glimpse of hell in this mild guess.
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Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee
Hums by us with the honey of the Spring,
And showers of sweet notes from the larks on wing,
Are dropping like a noon-dew, wander we.
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Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,
An army issues out of wilderness,
With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;
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Days, when the ball of our vision
Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun;
When the grasp on the bow was decision,
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Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift
To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie
With her fair visage an inverted sky
Bloom-covered, while the underlids uplift,
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They say, that Pity in Love's service dwells,
A porter at the rosy temple's gate.
I missed him going: but it is my fate
To come upon him now beside his wells;
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I

When we have thrown off this old suit,
So much in need of mending,
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Her sacred body bear: the tenement
Of that strong soul now ranked with God's Elect
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