Somnium Mystici (George MacDonald Poems)
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
George MacDonald Poems on Christianity (37 Poems)
A Story of the Sea-Shore (George MacDonald Poems)
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
The Disciple (George MacDonald Poems)
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
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 ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – December (George MacDonald Poems)
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
A Manchester Poem (George MacDonald Poems)
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
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 ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – February (George MacDonald Poems)
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – June (George MacDonald Poems)
1.FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts—that is the Father's plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – April (George MacDonald Poems)
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – November (George MacDonald Poems)
1.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – September (George MacDonald Poems)
1.WE are a shadow and a shining, we!One moment nothing seems but what we see,Nor aught to rule but common ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – August (George MacDonald Poems)
1.SO shall abundant entrance me be givenInto the truth, my life's inheritance.Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July (George MacDonald Poems)
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – May (George MacDonald Poems)
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
New Year’s Eve: A Waking Dream (George MacDonald Poems)
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
Little Boy Blue (George MacDonald Poems)
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
The Homeless Ghost (George MacDonald Poems)
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
Abu Midjan (George MacDonald Poems)
If I sit in the dustFor lauding good wine,Ha, ha! it is just:So sits the vine!Abu Midjan sang as he ...
Within and Without: Part V: A Dramatic Poem (George MacDonald Poems)
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
The Twa Gordons (George MacDonald Poems)
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
The Mistletoe (George MacDonald Poems)
Kiss me: there now, little Neddy,Do you see her staring steady?There again you had a chance of her!Didn't you catch ...
At My Window After Sunset (George MacDonald Poems)
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,And in their sadness overflow and blend—Faint gold, and windy blue, and green ...
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, ...
Saint Peter (George MacDonald Poems)
O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt?Indeed the spray flew fast about,But he was there whose walking footCould make the wandering ...
For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also (George MacDonald Poems)
The miser lay on his lonely bed;Life's candle was burning dim.His heart in an iron chest was hidUnder heaps of ...
Christmas, 1880 (George MacDonald Poems)
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;—For who is prodigal but he who ...
Antiphon (George MacDonald Poems)
Daylight fades away.Is the Lord at handIn the shadows grayStealing on the land?Gently from the eastCome the shadows gray;But our ...
I See Thee Not (George MacDonald Poems)
Yes, Master, when thou comest thou shalt findA little faith on earth, if I am here!Thou know'st how oft I ...
The Asthmatic To The Satan That Binds Him (George MacDonald Poems)
Satan, avaunt!Nay, take thine hour,Thou canst not daunt,Thou hast no power;Be welcome to thy nest,Though it be in my breast.Burrow ...