Poem by George Meredith

Angela Burdett-Coutts

Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God. 

1. Modern Love. Sonnet 12. Not Solely that the Future She Destroys
2. Joy Is Fleet
3. Modern Love. Sonnet 24. The Misery is Greater, as I Live!
4. Modern Love. Sonnet 39. She Yields: my Lady in her Noblest Mood
5. Modern Love. Sonnet 41. How Many a Thing which We Cast to the Ground

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