Poem by George Meredith

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Yonder's the man with his life in his hand,
Legs on the march for whatever the land,
Or to the slaughter, or to the maiming,
Getting the dole of a dog for pay.
Laurels he clasps in the words 'duty done,'
England his heart under every sun:-
Exquisite humour! that gives him a naming
Base to the ear as an ass's bray. 

1. King Harald's Trance
2. Mother to Babe
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 38. Give to Imagination
5. Nature and Life

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