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 ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
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.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
1.I lay and dreamed. The master came In his old woven dress;I stood in joy, and yet in shame, Oppressed ...
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 ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
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.WE are a shadow and a shining, we!One moment nothing seems but what we see,Nor aught to rule but common ...
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
What shall I be?—I will be a knightWalled up in armour black,With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.And ...
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
All sights and sounds of day and year,All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,Are thine, O God, nor will ...
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
I.There breathes not a breath of the summer airBut the spirit of love is moving there;Not a trembling leaf on ...
O lat me in, my bonny lass!It's a lang road ower the hill,And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'On the ...
Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,And will not know where to find them;They are over the height and out ...
From off the earth the vapours curled,Went up to meet their joy;The boy awoke, and all the worldWas waiting for ...
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
I.A thousand houses of poesy stand around me everywhere;They fill the earth and they fill my thought, they are in ...
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