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Modern Love XXXV: It Is No Vulgar Nature by George Meredith

By George Meredith

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It is no vulgar nature I have wived. Secretive, sensitive, she takes a wound Deep to her soul, as if the sense had swooned, And not a thought of vengeance had survived. No confidences has she: but relief Must come to one whose suffering is acute. O have a care of natures that are mute! They punish you in acts: their steps are brief. What is she doing? What does she demand From Providence or me? She is not one Long to endure this torpidly, and shun The drugs that crowd about a woman's hand.

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"It is no vulgar nature I have wived...."

"Modern Love XXXV: It Is No Vulgar Nature" by George Meredith is a deep english poem consisting of 16 lines. This English poem by George Meredith demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "It is no vulgar nature I have wived. Secretive, sensitive, she takes a wound...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. George Meredith's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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George Meredith (1828–1909) was an English novelist and poet whose "Modern Love" (1862) is a sequence of 50 sixteen-line sonnets exploring the disintegration of a marriage. It is considered one of the most innovative works of Victorian poetry.

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