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 ...
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
I.Willie speaks.Is it wrong, the wish to be great,For I do wish it so?I have asked already my sister Kate;She ...
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
'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 ...
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,And sermons of the silent stone;To read in brooks the print so clearOf motion, ...
Content Primroses,With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,Peeping as from his mother's lap the childWho courts shy ...
Good morrow, my lord! in the sky aloneSang the lark as the sun ascended his throne."Shine on me, my lord: ...
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;—For who is prodigal but he who ...
With wandering eyes and aimless zeal,She hither, thither, goes;Her speech, her motions, all revealA mind without repose.She climbs the hills, ...
The witch lady walked along the strand,Heard a roaring of the sea,On the edge of a pool saw a dead ...
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 ...
Out of thy door I run to do the thingThat calls upon me. Straight the wind of wordsWhoops from mine ...
Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse,With its perpetual tidings upward climb,Struggling against the wind? Oh, how sublime!For ...
I said, I will arise and work some thing,Nor be content with growth, but cause to growA life around me, ...
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