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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 511. | Modern Love XLVIII: Their Sense by George Meredith | | Their sense is with their senses all mixed in,
Destroyed by subleties these women are!
More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall mar
Utterly t... |
| 512. | Modern Love XV: I Think She Sleeps by George Meredith | | I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low
Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor;
The face turned with it. Now make fast the door.
Sleep... |
| 514. | Modern Love XVII: At Dinner She Is Hostess by George Meredith | | 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 ... |
| 515. | Modern Love XVIII: Here Jack and Tom by George Meredith | | Here Jack and Tom are paired with Moll and Meg.
Curved open to the river-reach is seen
A country merry-making on the green.
Fair space for signa... |
| 516. | Modern Love XX: I Am Not of Those by George Meredith | | I am not of those miserable males
Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap,
Do therefore hope for heaven. I take the hap
Of all my deeds. The wind... |
| 517. | Modern Love XXI: We Three Are by George Meredith | | We three are on the cedar-shadowed lawn;
My friend being third. He who at love once laughed,
Is in the weak rib by a fatal shaft
Struck through,... |
| 518. | Modern Love XXII: What May the Woman by George Meredith | | 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 h... |
| 519. | Modern Love XXIII: 'Tis Christmas Weather by George Meredith | | 'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house
Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get
An attic-crib. Such lovers will not fret
At that, it is ... |
| 520. | Modern Love XXIV: The Misery Is Greater by George Meredith | | The misery is greater, as I live!
To know her flesh so pure, so keen her sense,
That she does penance now for no offence,
Save against Love. The... |
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