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 ...
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.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
I.—THIS SIDE AN' THAT.The rich man sat in his father's seat—Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!The puir man lay at ...
See how the storm of life ascendsUp through the shadow of the world!Beyond our gaze the line extends,Like wreaths of ...
'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 ...
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 ...
Look! look there!Send your eyes across the grayBy my finger-point awayThrough the vaporous, fumy air.Beyond the air, you see the ...
His face, his words, her heart awoke;Awoke her slumbering truth;She judged him well; her bonds she broke,And fled to him ...
The miser lay on his lonely bed;Life's candle was burning dim.His heart in an iron chest was hidUnder heaps of ...
With wandering eyes and aimless zeal,She hither, thither, goes;Her speech, her motions, all revealA mind without repose.She climbs the hills, ...
Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;Say, "God is angry, and I earned it ...
Would-be prophets tell usWe shall not re-knowThem that walked our fellowsIn the ways below!Smoking, smouldering TophetsSteaming hopeless plaints!Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!Mean, ...
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