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George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)


Modern Love. Sonnet 24. The Misery is Greater, as I Live!


The misery is greater, as I live!
To know her flesh so pure, so keen her sense,
That she does penance now for no offence,
Save against Love. The less can I forgive!
The less can I forgive, though I adore
That cruel lovely pallor which surrounds
Her footsteps; and the low vibrating sounds
That come on me, as from a magic shore.
Low are they, but most subtle to find out
The shrinking soul. Madam, 'tis understood
When women play upon their womanhood;
It means, a Season gone. And yet I doubt
But I am duped. That nun-like look waylays
My fancy. Oh! I do but wait a sign!
Pluck out the eyes of pride! thy mouth to mine!
Never! though I die thirsting. Go thy ways! 



George Meredith's other poems:
  1. Modern Love. Sonnet 11. Out in the Yellow Meadows
  2. Modern Love. Sonnet 19. No State is Enviable
  3. Modern Love. Sonnet 9. He felt the Wild Beast
  4. Modern Love. Sonnet 20. I am not of those Miserable Males
  5. Modern Love. Sonnet 39. She Yields: my Lady in her Noblest Mood


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