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Poems— Volume 3
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II
O she that made the brave appeal
For manhood when our time was dark,
And from our fetters drove the spark
Which was as lightning to reveal
New seasons, with the swifter play
Of pulses, and benigner day;
She that divinely shook the dead
From living man; that stretched ahead
Her resolute forefinger straight,
And marched toward the gloomy gate
Of earth’s Untried, gave note, and in
The good name of Humanity
Called forth the daring vision! she,
She likewise half corrupt of sin,
Angel and Wanton! can it be?
Her star has foundered in eclipse,
The shriek of madness on her lips;
Shreds of her, and no more, we see.
There is horrible convulsion, smothered din,
As of one that in a grave-cloth struggles to be free.
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Chicago: George Meredith, "II," Poems— Volume 3, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Poems—Volume 3 (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed April 18, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LHKSXAB9NBHYGT4.
MLA: Meredith, George. "II." Poems— Volume 3, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Poems—Volume 3, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 18 Apr. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LHKSXAB9NBHYGT4.
Harvard: Meredith, G, 'II' in Poems— Volume 3, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Poems—Volume 3, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 18 April 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=LHKSXAB9NBHYGT4.
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