Who is George Meredith

George Meredith OM (12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909) was an English novelist and poet of the Victorian era. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature seven times.

Life Meredith was born in Portsmouth, Hampshire, a son and grandson of naval outfitters. His mother died when he was five. At the age of 14 he was sent to a Moravian School in Neuwied, Germany, where he remained for two years. He read law and was articled as a solicitor, but abandoned that profession for journalism and poetry. He collaborated with Edward Gryffydh Peacock, son of Thomas Love Peacock, in publishing a privately circulated literary magazine, the Monthly Observer. He married Edward Peacock's widowed sister Mary Ellen Nicolls in 1849 when he was twenty-one years old and she wa...
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George Meredith Poems

  • Aneurin's Harp

    Prince of Bards was old Aneurin;
    He the grand Gododin sang; ...
  • Solon

    The Tyrant passed, and friendlier was his eye
    On the great man of Athens, whom for foe ...
  • Men And Man

    Men the Angels eyed;
    And here they were wild waves, ...
  • The Hueless Love
    Unto that love must we through fire attain,
    Which those two held as breath of common air;
    The hands of whom were given in bond elsewhere;
    Whom Honour was untroubled to restrain. ...
  • A Roar Through The Tall Twin Elm-trees
    A roar thro' the tall twin elm-trees
    The mustering storm betrayed:
    The South-wind seized the willow
    That over the water swayed. ...
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Love 139 I Love You 139 Life 116 Heart 106 Earth 102 Light 90 Sweet 82 Never 75 Night 73 Sun 72

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  • Folkloressumer: “they left me alone” - meredith talking about cristina, derek, lexie, george and izzie im sobbing
  • Infinita_fiori: cold as a mountain in its star-pitched tent, stood high philosophy, less friend than foe: whom self-caged passion, from its prison-bars, is always watching with a wondering hate. not till the fire is dying in the grate, look we for any kinship with the stars. george meredith
  • Meganhu63232620: ok “a witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.” ― george meredith
  • Mablego24945832: “a witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.” ― george meredith
  • Wmnostalgiafest: may 18 mem: mary charleson, walter fitzgerald, frank capra, jack raine, meredith willson, george e stone, sigrid gurie, richard brooks, robert j wilke, james donald, massimo girotti, bill macy, liam sullivan, pernell roberts, robert morse, d hickman, a katsulas, h keays-byrne.
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Vain Hope
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Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!


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