George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Appreciation

Earth was not Earth before her sons appeared,
Nor Beauty Beauty ere young Love was born:
And thou when I lay hidden wast as morn
At city-windows, touching eyelids bleared;
To none by her fresh wingedness endeared;
Unwelcome unto revellers outworn.
I the last echoes of Diana's horn
In woodland heard, and saw thee come, and cheered.
No longer wast thou then mere light, fair soul!
And more than simple duty moved thy feet.
New colours rose in thee, from fear, from shame,
From hope, effused: though not less pure a scroll
May men read on the heart I taught to beat:
That change in thee, if not thyself, I claim. 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
2. King Harald's Trance
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days
5. Nature and Life

Thomas Aldrich (Томас Олдрич) Appreciation ("TO the sea-shell’s spiral round")

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