The Golden Key (George MacDonald Poems)
From off the earth the vapours curled,Went up to meet their joy;The boy awoke, and all the worldWas waiting for ...
From off the earth the vapours curled,Went up to meet their joy;The boy awoke, and all the worldWas waiting for ...
IFlowers of the willow-herb are wool;Flowers of the briar berries red;Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule,Flowers of the ...
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
August 7: 1645Cold blue cloud on the hill-tops,Cold buffets of hill-side rain:--As a bird that they hunt on the mountains,The ...
Over the rushing river Where shaggy fir-trees stand, The devil himself is pushingMy swing with furry hand.Pushing, he laughs away, ...
From earth I seem to wing my flight,And sun myself in Heaven's pure light, When thy sweet gaze meets mineI ...
An image of my grandmotherher head appearing upside-down upon a cloudthe cloud transfixed on the steepleof a deserted railway-stationfar awayAn ...
Translated From The German of Luise von Ploennies.HIGH on that hill thou seest A single fir-tree stand; I sit there ...
Into the woods three huntsmen came,Seeking the white stag for their game.They laid them under a green fir-treeAnd slept, and ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
The Fir-Tree looked on stars, but loved the Brook! "O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait, My love can bravely woo." ...
AFTER these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks, And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape, ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
From earth I seem to wing my flight, And sun myself in Heaven's pure light, When thy sweet gaze meets ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive Leap off the rim of earth across the dome. It is ...
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