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. A Ballad of Past Meridian
2. At the Funeral
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 8. Yet it was Plain She Struggled, and that Salt
4. Joy Is Fleet
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 27. Distraction is the Panacea, Sir!

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