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Sonnet XVI from Modern Love

By George Meredith  (1829 – 1909) At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps The Topic over intellectual deeps In buoyancy afloat. They see no ghost. With sparkling surface-eyes we ply the ball: It … Continue reading

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