Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle,
Whipped from the sea's deeps up by the terrible blast of the Northwind;
Nay, nor is ever the roar of the fierce fire's rush so arousing,
Down along mountain-glades, when it surges to kindle a woodland;
Nay, nor so tonant thunders the stress of the gale in the oak-trees'
Foliage-tresses high, when it rages to raveing its utmost;
As rose then stupendous the Trojan's cry and Achaians',
Dread upshouting as one when together they clashed in the conflict.
Clash In Arms Of The Achaians And Trojans
About the poet
George Meredith
George Meredith (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. His novels are noted for their wit, brilliant dialogue, and aphoristic quality of language.…
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Love Is Winged For Two
'Love is winged for two,
A Ballad Of Past Meridian
ILast night returning from my twilight walk
A Certain People
As Puritans they prominently wax,And none more kindly gives and takes hard knocks.
A Faith On Trial
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gate
A Garden Idyl
With sagest craft Arachne workedHer web, and at a corner lurked,
