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. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 16. In our Old Shipwrecked Days
3. Empdeocles
4. Unknown Fair Faces
5. My Theme

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