Riddles (George MacDonald Poems)
I.I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;My one foot stands well, but never goes;I've a good many arms, ...
I.I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;My one foot stands well, but never goes;I've a good many arms, ...
OBLIVION, teach me, teach me thee to find; They tell me, in thy waters thou canst steepEach sad remembrance ...
He stands upon the city street, keen-eyed, and brown of face,He seems to bring a breath of air from some ...
DIVINELY varied are the forms of speech,Grand are the uses that to words belong,To win, to awe, to sooth, command, ...
OH, Madness! worst of ev'ry ill!'Twere mercy more the wretch to kill, Than thou should'st give the blow:Come racking ...
Clouds drifting the whole day;a traveler traveling who never arrives.Three nights you have been in my dreams;as your friend, I ...
There is a low and lonely place of rest,Upon whose couch the worn and wearied frameReposes in forgetfulness,—and there,The streaming ...
As imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away, — Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy. A quietness distilled, ...
I Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half ...
The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon ...
A single Clover Plank Was all that saved a Bee A Bee I personally knew From sinking in the sky ...
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
Well, Bokardo, here we are; Make yourself at home. Look around-you haven't far To look-and why be dumb? Not the ...
It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day, That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay, ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
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