Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!
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M. M.
Who call her Mother and who calls her Wife
Look on her grave and see not Death but Life.
poem by George Meredith
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The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.
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A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
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Angela Burdett-Coutts
Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.
poem by George Meredith
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Joy Is Fleet
Joy is fleet,
Sorrow slow.
Love, so sweet,
Sorrow will sow.
Love, that has flown
Ere day's decline,
Love to have known,
Sorrow, be mine!
poem by George Meredith
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The Emperor Frederick Of Our Time
With Alfred and St. Louis he doth win
Grander than crowned head's mortuary dome:
His gentle heroic manhood enters in
The ever-flowering common heart for home.
poem by George Meredith
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J. C. M.
A fountain of our sweetest, quick to spring
In fellowship abounding, here subsides:
And never passage of a cloud on wing
To gladden blue forgets him; near he hides.
poem by George Meredith
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The Lady C. M.
To them that knew her, there is vital flame
In these the simple letters of her name.
To them that knew her not, be it but said,
So strong a spirit is not of the dead.
poem by George Meredith
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The Burden Of Strength
If that thou hast the gift of strength, then know
Thy part is to uplift the trodden low;
Else in a giant's grasp until the end
A hopeless wrestler shall thy soul contend.
poem by George Meredith
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