The Woman That Was A Sinner (George MacDonald Poems)
His face, his words, her heart awoke;Awoke her slumbering truth;She judged him well; her bonds she broke,And fled to him ...
His face, his words, her heart awoke;Awoke her slumbering truth;She judged him well; her bonds she broke,And fled to him ...
ON thy beds of clover playing, Pretty Insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning? 'Tis to ...
The pathway to my heart by fewIs sought, to few that pathway known,So deep a thicket round it sown,With grass ...
Grant, Lord, her prayer, and let her go;She crieth after us.Nay, to the dogs ye cast it so;Serve not a ...
I thought to join the heavenly choir,To strike a harp of light;While this forgotten, tuneless lyreRested 'mid shades of night.I ...
If from the height of that celestial sphere Where now thou dwell'st, spirit powerful and sweet! Thou yet ...
If I could make a pillow for your head,Soft, pleasant, filled with every pretty thought;If I could lay a carpet ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Inscribed to a Dear Child: In Memory of Golden Summer Hours And Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I am standing under the mistletoe, And I smile, but no answering smile replies For her haughty glance bids me ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
YOUR News and Review, sir. I've read through and through, sir, With little admiring or blaming; The Papers are barren ...
St. Austin, going in thought Along the sea-sands gray, Into another world was caught, And Carthage far away. He saw ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
ON a day--alack the day!-- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
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