“Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting Wild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along, Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughter Chill as a dull face frowning on a song. Ay, but shows the South-west a ripple-feathered bosom Blown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascend Scaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunset Rich, deep like love in beauty without end.”
Quote by George Meredith
Work
The poetical works of George Meredith: with some notes
The book is a comprehensive collection of George Meredith's poetry, featuring a selection of his most renowned and lesser-known works. It is enhanced with additional notes that provide context, analysis, or commentary on the poems, offering readers a deeper understanding of Meredith's poetic contributions. more
Author
George Meredith
George Meredith was an influential English novelist known for his profound psychological portrayals and complex character development. His works often delve into social and moral issues, exploring the pursuit of personal freedom. Born on February 12, 1828, he passed away on May 18, 1909. more