George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

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Between the fountain and the rill
I passed, and saw the mighty will
To leap at sky; the careless run,
As earth would lead her little son.

Beneath them throbs an urgent well,
That here is play, and there is war.
I know not which had most to tell
Of whence we spring and what we are. 

1. King Harald's Trance
2. Earth's Secret
3. Joy Is Fleet
4. A Ballad of Past Meridian
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 2. It Ended

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