The image of herself: and that being done,。，Behind me: I deemed it was just.
。，Is shorn, and rubs with follies and with lies.
。，From City riches mainly rise:
。，Now follow you the Western star,
THE STATE OF AGE。，Were the gates of the Paradise shut
CAMELUS SALTAT。，Poems by George Meredith - Volume 2
Close interthreading nature with our kind.。，Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.
To shed the words which are ripe fruit of sun.。，
She ranges with unerring fingers fine,。，Where men continually dare take
But can a distant race discern。，In history the bloody dye,
。，A monstrous semblance mocks her soul!
，What things our craven senses keep from ken.。，Rattle, then both scud scattering to froth.