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George Meredith

By Morton Fullerton

DEEPEST and keenest of our time who pace
    The variant by-paths of the uncertain heart,
    In undiscerned mysterious ways apart,
Thou huntest on the Assyrian monster’s trace :
That sweeping-pinioned Thing—with human face,
    Poor Man, with wings hoof-weighted lest they start
    To try the breeze above this human mart,
In heights pre-occupied of a god-like race.

Among the stammering sophists of the age
    Thy words are absolute, thy vision true ;
No hand but thine is found to fit the gage
    The Titan, Shakespeare, to a whole world threw.
Till thou hadst boldly to his challenge sprung,
No rival had he in our English tongue.

MLA citation:

Fullerton, Morton. “George Meredith.” The Yellow Book, vol. 3, October 1894, p. 210. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019.