George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Atkins

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. King Harald's Trance
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 6. It Chanced His Lips did Meet Her Forehead Cool
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 23. 'Tis Christmas Weather
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
5. Love Is Winged for Two

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