Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
And if I drink oblivion of a day, / So shorten I the stature of my soul. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
It's past parsons to console us: No, nor no doctor fetch for me: I can die without my bolus; Two of a trade, lass,… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
I've studied men from my topsy-turvy Close, and I reckon, rather true. Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy; Most, a dash between the… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
