At My Window After Sunset (George MacDonald Poems)
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,And in their sadness overflow and blend—Faint gold, and windy blue, and green ...
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,And in their sadness overflow and blend—Faint gold, and windy blue, and green ...
A still dark joy! A sudden face!Cold daylight, footsteps, cries!The temple's naked, shining space,Aglare with judging eyes!All in abandoned guilty ...
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 ...
Forth from the city, with the loadThat makes the trampling low,They walk along the dreary roadThat dust and ashes go.The ...
What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?Ye luik as smilin an' fain ...
My heart is full of inarticulate pain,And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looksInvade my sanctuary. Men of gain,Wise in success, well-read ...
Behind my father's cottage liesA gentle grassy heightUp which I often ran—to gazeBack with a wondering sight,For then the chimneys ...
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
On the far horizon thereHeaps of cloudy darkness rest;Though the wind is in the airThere is stupor east and west.For ...
Alas, 'tis cold and dark!The wind all night hath sung a wintry tune!Hail from black clouds that swallowed up the ...
I.This is the sweetness of an April day;The softness of the spring is on the faceOf the old year. She ...
Better to smell the violetThan sip the glowing wine;Better to hearken to a brookThan watch a diamond shine.Better to have ...
Daylight fades away.Is the Lord at handIn the shadows grayStealing on the land?Gently from the eastCome the shadows gray;But our ...
Grief held me silent in my seat;I neither moved nor smiled:Joy held her silent at my feet,My shining lily-child.She raised ...
They come to thee, the halt, the maimed, the blind,The devil-torn, the sick, the sore;Thy heart their well of life ...
A fresh young voice that sings to meSo often many a simple thing,Should surely not unanswered beBy all that I ...
When, long ago, the daring of my youthDrew nigh thy greatness with a little thing,Thou didst receive me; and thy ...
Come through the gloom of clouded skies,The slow dim rain and fog athwart;Through east winds keen with wrong and liesCome ...
Love, the baby,Crept abroad to pluck a flower:One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe;One said, Wait the hour.Love, the boy,Joined ...
I cannot write old verses here,Dead things a thousand years away,When all the life of the young yearIs in the ...
Out of thy door I run to do the thingThat calls upon me. Straight the wind of wordsWhoops from mine ...
If thou wouldst live the Truth in very deed,Thou hast thy joy, but thou hast more of pain.Others will live ...
Now in the dark of February rains,Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born,The earthy fields are full of hidden ...
Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one!Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak.Dost feel the green ...
Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep,For every flower that ends its little span,For every child that groweth ...
Why dost thou want to singWhen thou hast no song, my heart?If there be in thee a hidden spring,Wherefore will ...
Bands of dark and bands of lightLie athwart the homeward way;Now we cross a belt of Night,Now a strip of ...
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