A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – October (George MacDonald Poems)
1.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
1.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
O Lord, my God, how longShall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy?How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I ...
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
1.FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts—that is the Father's plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it ...
1.WE are a shadow and a shining, we!One moment nothing seems but what we see,Nor aught to rule but common ...
O Earth, Earth, Earth,I am dying for love of thee,For thou hast given me birth,And thy hands have tended me.I ...
The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain!The Deil's forhooit his ain!His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk,For the Deil's forhooit ...
King Cole he reigned in Aureoland,But the sceptre was seldom in his handFar oftener was there his golden cup—He ate ...
Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,And will not know where to find them;They are over the height and out ...
The infant lies in blessed easeUpon his mother's breast;No storm, no dark, the baby seesInvade his heaven of rest.He nothing ...
On the far horizon thereHeaps of cloudy darkness rest;Though the wind is in the airThere is stupor east and west.For ...
In the winter, flowers are springing;In the winter, woods are green,Where our banished birds are singing,Where our summer sun is ...
I.This is the sweetness of an April day;The softness of the spring is on the faceOf the old year. She ...
O Mother Earth, I have a fearWhich I would tell to thee—Softly and gently in thine earWhen the moon and ...
Here much and little shift and change,With scale of need and time;There more and less have meanings strange,Which the world ...
Dead art thou? No more dead than was the maidOver whose couch the saving God did stand—"She is not dead ...
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