George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

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Yonder's the man with his life in his hand,
Legs on the march for whatever the land,
Or to the slaughter, or to the maiming,
Getting the dole of a dog for pay.
Laurels he clasps in the words 'duty done,'
England his heart under every sun:-
Exquisite humour! that gives him a naming
Base to the ear as an ass's bray. 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
3. Empdeocles
4. Unknown Fair Faces
5. My Theme

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