Concerning Jesus (George MacDonald Poems)
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
George MacDonald Poems on Kings & Queens (33 Poems)
A Book of Dreams: Part II (George MacDonald Poems)
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
Little Boy Blue (George MacDonald Poems)
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
Willie’s Question (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
Within and Without: Part V: A Dramatic Poem (George MacDonald Poems)
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
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 – August (George MacDonald Poems)
1.SO shall abundant entrance me be givenInto the truth, my life's inheritance.Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his ...
The Mother Mary (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Mary, to thee the heart was givenFor infant hand to hold,And clasp thus, an eternal heaven,The great earth in its ...
The Diver (George MacDonald Poems)
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 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 ...
The Yerl O’ Waterydeck (George MacDonald Poems)
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
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 ...
Death and Birth (George MacDonald Poems)
'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 ...
King Cole (George MacDonald Poems)
King Cole he reigned in Aureoland,But the sceptre was seldom in his handFar oftener was there his golden cup—He ate ...
The Bonny, Bonny Dell (George MacDonald Poems)
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings,Wi' a clip o' the sunshine atween his wings;Whaur the birks are ...
The Mermaid (George MacDonald Poems)
Up cam the tide wi' a burst and a whush,And back gaed the stanes wi' a whurr;The king's son walkit ...
Legend of The Corrievrecha (George MacDonald Poems)
Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strandAnd lord of the billowy sea;Lord of the sea and lord of ...
The Laverock (George MacDonald Poems)
The Man says:Laverock i' the lift,Hae ye nae sang-thrift,'At ye scatter 't sae heigh, and lat it a' drift?Wasterfu laverock!Dinna ...
The Wind And The Moon (George MacDonald Poems)
Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out!You stareIn the airAs if crying Beware,Always looking what I ...
An Old Story (George MacDonald Poems)
I.In the ancient house of ages,See, they cannot rest!With a hope, which awe assuages,Tremble all the blest.For the son and ...
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: ...
A Christmas Carol For 1862 (George MacDonald Poems)
The Year Of The Trouble In LancashireThe skies are pale, the trees are stiff,The earth is dull and old;The frost ...
A Meditation Of St. Eligius (George MacDonald Poems)
Queen Mary one day Jesus sentTo fetch some water, legends tell;The little boy, obedient,Drew a full pitcher from the well;But ...
Shall The Dead Praise Thee? (George MacDonald Poems)
I cannot praise thee. By his instrumentThe master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;For see the organ-pipes this, that ...
Win’ That ‘Blaws (George MacDonald Poems)
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
The Mother of Zebedee’s Children (George MacDonald Poems)
She knelt, she bore a bold request,Though shy to speak it out:Ambition, even in mother's breast,Before him stood in doubt."What ...
To Gordon Leaving Khartoum (George MacDonald Poems)
The silence of traitorous feet!The silence of close-pent rage!The roar, and the sudden heart-beat!And the shot through the true heart ...
Better Things (George MacDonald Poems)
Better to smell the violetThan sip the glowing wine;Better to hearken to a brookThan watch a diamond shine.Better to have ...
Martha (George MacDonald Poems)
With joyful pride her heart is high:Her humble house doth holdThe man her nation's prophecyLong ages hath foretold!Poor, is he? ...
Dorcas (George MacDonald Poems)
If I might guess, then guess I wouldThat, mid the gathered folk,This gentle Dorcas one day stood,And heard when Jesus ...