November, 1851 (George MacDonald Poems)
What dost thou here, O soul,Beyond thy own control,Under the strange wild sky?0 stars, reach down your hands,And clasp me ...
What dost thou here, O soul,Beyond thy own control,Under the strange wild sky?0 stars, reach down your hands,And clasp me ...
The First PartIn Venice towne not long agoeA cruel Jew did dwell,Which lived all on usurie,As Italian writers tell.Gernutus called ...
There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the ...
Where shall I lead the flocks to-day?Is there no Horeb for me beyond this desert?Is there no rod with which ...
WE shipped him at the Sandwich Isles --'Fore God, he's mostly nose! We've fetched him full eight thousand miles To ...
THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdenewith the woe of these days; not wisest menassuaged his sorrow; too sore the ...
As Head of the Division of Provision for RevisionWas a man of prompt decision--Morton Quirk.Ph.D. in Calisthenics, P. D. Q. ...
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
It is good for strength not to be merciful To its own weakness, good for the deep urn to run ...
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
The summer and autumn had been so wet, That in winter the corn was growing yet, 'Twas a piteous sight ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled turf that lies ...
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, And ...
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