George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

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A roar thro' the tall twin elm-trees
The mustering storm betrayed:
The South-wind seized the willow
That over the water swayed.

Then fell the steady deluge
In which I strove to doze,
Hearing all night at my window
The knock of the winter rose.

The rainy rose of winter!
An outcast it must pine.
And from thy bosom outcast
Am I, dear lady mine. 

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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 2. It Ended
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground

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