George Meredith
Author profile
born
February 12, 1828
in Portsmouth, The United Kingdom
died
May 18, 1909
gender
male
genre
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The Egoist
— published 1879 — 42 editions |
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The Ordeal of Richard Feverel
by George Meredith, Edward Mendelson — published 1859 — 41 editions |
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Modern Love
— published 1862 — 7 editions |
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Diana of the Crossways
— published 1885 — 41 editions |
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Comedy: "An Essay on Comedy" by George Meredith. "Laughter" by Henri Bergson
by George Meredith, Henri Bergson, Wylie Sypher — published 1956 — 3 editions |
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The Shaving Of Shagpat
— published 1856 — 34 editions |
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Evan Harrington
— published 2004 — 13 editions |
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Rhoda Fleming
— published 1999 — 12 editions |
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Poems of George Meredith
— published 1978 — 3 editions |
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Sandra Belloni
— published 1887 — 10 editions |
“just got back from a beautiful eve of winter solstice snowshoeing. my heart was lost and enlivened by both the hush of the mountainous snow world and a very fun irreverence with friends. i shared a solstice quote but did not share this one.
so in the spirit of the year--happy solistice! may there be ever present and growing light in your life as nature unfolds the same in the upcoming months.
"sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive leap off the rim of earth across the dome. it is a night to make the heavens our home. more than the nest whereto apace we strive. lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive, in swarms outrushing from the golden comb. they waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam: you throb in me, the dead revive. yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath, life glistens on the river of death. it folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt, or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs of radiance, the radiance enrings: and this is the soul's haven to have felt." --from _winter heavens_”
― George Meredith
so in the spirit of the year--happy solistice! may there be ever present and growing light in your life as nature unfolds the same in the upcoming months.
"sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive leap off the rim of earth across the dome. it is a night to make the heavens our home. more than the nest whereto apace we strive. lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive, in swarms outrushing from the golden comb. they waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam: you throb in me, the dead revive. yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath, life glistens on the river of death. it folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt, or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs of radiance, the radiance enrings: and this is the soul's haven to have felt." --from _winter heavens_”
― George Meredith
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