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George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)


Modern Love. Sonnet 12. Not Solely that the Future She Destroys


Not solely that the Future she destroys,
And the fair life which in the distance lies
For all men, beckoning out from dim rich skies:
Nor that the passing hour's supporting joys
Have lost the keen-edged flavour, which begat
Distinction in old times, and still should breed
Sweet Memory, and Hope, -- earth's modest seed,
And heaven's high-prompting: Not that the world is flat
Since that soft-luring creature I embraced,
Among the children of Illusion went:
Methinks with all this loss I were content,
If the mad Past, on which my foot is based,
Were firm, or might be blotted: but the whole
Of life is mixed: the mocking Past will stay:
And if I drink oblivion of a day,
So shorten I the stature of my soul.



George Meredith's other poems:
  1. Atkins
  2. On Como
  3. Chillanwallah
  4. The State of Age
  5. At The Funeral


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