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. 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 24. The Misery is Greater, as I Live!
2. On Como
3. Empdeocles
4. Hawarden
5. Unknown Fair Faces

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