George Eliot Poems

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George Eliot
Mary Ann (Marian) Evans (22 November 1819 – 22 December 1880), better known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist. She was one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. Her novels, largely set in provincial England, are well known for their realism and psychological perspicacity. She used a male pen name, she said, to ensure that her works were taken seriously. Female authors published freely under their own names, but Eliot wanted to ensure that she was not seen as merely a writer of romances. An additional factor may have been a desire to shield her private life from public scrutiny and to prevent scandals attending her relationship with the married George Henry Lewes.

brother and sister

I cannot choose but think upon the time
When our two lives grew like two buds th... [read poem]
lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read mathematics in november after one's fire is out
In the sad November time,
When the leaf has left the lime,
And the Cam, with sludge and sl... [read poem]
i come and stand at every door
I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent tread
I knock and yet remain uns... [read poem]
to the chief musician upon nabla: a tyndallic ode

I come from fields of fractured ice,
Whose wounds are cured by squeezing,... [read poem]
a vision of a wrangler, of a university, of pedantry, and of philosophy
Deep St. Mary's bell had sounded,
And the twelve notes gently rounded
Endless chimneys tha... [read poem]
lectures to women on physical science

PLACE. -- A small alcove with dark curtains.
The class consists of one... [read poem]
molecular evolution
At quite uncertain times and places,
The atoms left their heavenly path,
And by fortui... [read poem]
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