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 ...
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.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
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.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
I.Mary, to thee the heart was givenFor infant hand to hold,And clasp thus, an eternal heaven,The great earth in its ...
A name of the Year. Some say the word means a march of wolves,which wolves, running in single file, are ...
I.—BY THE CRADLE.Close her eyes: she must not peep!Let her little puds go slack;Slide away far into sleep:Sis will watch ...
'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.I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!You pull, ...
I.The sky has turned its heart away,The earth its sorrow found;The daisies turn from childhood's play,And creep into the ground.The ...
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,And in their sadness overflow and blend—Faint gold, and windy blue, and green ...
To: E.M. II.Dear friend, you love the poet's song,And here is one for your regard.You know the "melancholy bard,"Whose grief ...
Brother artist, help me; come!Artists are a maimed band:I have words but not a hand;Thou hast hands though thou art ...
When peevish flaws his soul have stirredTo fretful tears for crossed desires,Obedient to his mother's wordMy child to banishment retires.As ...
Ave! Once more touch the stringsThat Memory may feed upon the strain,And over-live againThe days,When the heart gloried in the ...
I.This is the sweetness of an April day;The softness of the spring is on the faceOf the old year. She ...
They have no more wine! she said.But they had enough of bread;And the vessels by the doorHeld for thirst a ...
It is no winter night comes downUpon our hearts, dear friends of old;But a May evening, softly brown,Whose wind is ...
Seek not my name—it doth no virtue bear;Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find—The name God called when thy ...
Mourn not, my friends, that we are growing old:A fresher birth brings every new year in.Years are Christ's napkins to ...
First, most, to thee, my son, I give this bookIn which a friend's and brother's verses blendWith mine; for not ...
I missed him when the sun began to bend;I found him not when I had lost his rim;With many tears ...
In that high country whither thou art gone,Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers,The gathered great of many a ...
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