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 Home (60 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 – 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 Book of Dreams: Part I (George MacDonald Poems)
1.I lay and dreamed. The master came In his old woven dress;I stood in joy, and yet in shame, Oppressed ...
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 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 – 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 Broken Prayer (George MacDonald Poems)
O Lord, my God, how longShall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy?How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I ...
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 – 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 ...
The Three Horses (George MacDonald Poems)
What shall I be?—I will be a knightWalled up in armour black,With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.And ...
Lycabas (George MacDonald Poems)
A name of the Year. Some say the word means a march of wolves,which wolves, running in single file, are ...
A Prayer for the Past: All sights and sounds of day and yea (George MacDonald Poems)
All sights and sounds of day and year,All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,Are thine, O God, nor will ...
A Make-Believe (George MacDonald Poems)
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
Cottage-Song (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
The Journey (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Hark, the rain is on my roof!Every murmur, through the dark,Stings me with a dull reproofLike a half-extinguished spark.Me! ah ...
The Owl and The Bell (George MacDonald Poems)
Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,High in the church-tower, lone and unseen,In a ...
He Needed Not (George MacDonald Poems)
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,And sermons of the silent stone;To read in brooks the print so clearOf motion, ...
Words In The Night (George MacDonald Poems)
I woke at midnight, and my heart,My beating heart, said this to me:Thou seest the moon, how calm and bright!The ...
Little Bo-Peep (George MacDonald Poems)
Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,And will not know where to find them;They are over the height and out ...
Wild Flowers (George MacDonald Poems)
Content Primroses,With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,Peeping as from his mother's lap the childWho courts shy ...
Songs of the Winter Days (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun (George MacDonald Poems)
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
Songs of the Autumn Days (George MacDonald Poems)
I.We bore him through the golden land,One early harvest morn;The corn stood ripe on either hand—He knew all about the ...
Songs of the Spring Nights (George MacDonald Poems)
I.The flush of green that dyed the dayHath vanished in the moon;Flower-scents float stronger out, and playAn unborn, coming tune.One ...
A Dream of Waking (George MacDonald Poems)
A child was born in sin and shame,Wronged by his very birth,Without a home, without a name,One over in the ...
Sir Lark and King Sun (George MacDonald Poems)
Good morrow, my lord! in the sky aloneSang the lark as the sun ascended his throne."Shine on me, my lord: ...
This World (George MacDonald Poems)
Thy world is made to fit thine own,A nursery for thy children small,The playground-footstool of thy throne,Thy solemn school-room, Father ...
O Lord, How Happy! (George MacDonald Poems)
From the German of Dessler.O Lord, how happy is the timeWhen in thy love I rest!When from my weariness I ...