George Meredith (Джордж Мередит)

Gordon of Khartoum

Of men he would have raised to light he fell:
In soul he conquered with those nerveless hands.
His country's pride and her abasement knell
The Man of England circled by the sands. 

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 46. At Last We Parley
4. A Ballad of Past Meridian
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 27. Distraction is the Panacea, Sir!

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