A Book of Dreams: Part II (George MacDonald Poems)
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
GENIUS.Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd,To give our Age the day so much desir'd.What all the minutes, houres, ...
Patience, when heathen darkness veil'd the world,Was that high spirit of unbending pride,That dar'd to err, but was asham'd to ...
What fruits they have, and how heaven smilesUpon those late-discovered isles.Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fightBetwixt a nation and ...
What (said the poet) should we care For all this mad world's phantasies,For rumours rife upon the air Of terrors ...
Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.Filling the rapt still spherea liquid crystal swims,precarious yet clear.Those metal ...
Farewell! since vain is all my care, Far, in some desert rude,I'll hide my weakness, my despair: And, 'midst my ...
That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau,Declared himself unique.How men persist in doing so,Puzzles me more than Greek.The sins that tarnish whore ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
(Ezekiel, xlviii.35) As birds their infant brood protect, And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
"The trumpet is a brilliant instrument." - Dietrich Buxtehude Come and come forth and come up from the cup of ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
Ariel to Miranda: -- Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee; ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy ...
WHO is Silvia? What is she? That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
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