George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Atkins

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. Modern Love. Sonnet 23. 'Tis Christmas Weather
2. Modern Love. Sonnet 8. Yet it was Plain She Struggled, and that Salt
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 27. Distraction is the Panacea, Sir!
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 46. At Last We Parley
5. A Ballad of Past Meridian

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